SANE IS MY CLAIM
A meditation on sanity, technology, and the human spirit in an age of digital excess.
My life is sane. Why complain?
Seven cats live on my domain.
Computers are on; technology has expanded. The masses are afraid. We mystify and want to abandon. Algorithms navigate a systematic standard.
The claim to fame is not in a name.
Why must we proclaim a domain?
We do this dance of refrain.
Why must there always be someone or something to blame?
I am sane.
Social media is the new ego feed. Selfies and likes gratify self-esteem. Competition is rated by accolades.
Prides inflate.
We are conditioned by this mental state.
I am sane.
My sense of humor has derailed. My trained brain is adapting to the reprimanded expectations of change. As long as I stay in range, there is no additional strain.
I am sane.
Our brain is the most powerful computer. Why is human intelligence viewed as transient? The evanescence is not in the human spirit. Don't they know?
I am sane.
Please explain.
As I keep moving forward in my lane, the casino jackpot is just a game. So is life. Please be smart. Remember we are one. Sanity is rewarded by the treasure-hunted fun.
- By Lisa Eva Gold
