Fools Rules

Things have changed. 

As usual, kids these days, they say, incapable of paying attention to only one thing at one time.

They cannot afford to be bored, the kids will claim this while earning lack of interest and learning to invest in installments by bits or bytes of feed and data to collate and parse or peruse ever to gently over the surface, present without touching a thing but reaching further than conception can fly by rail, by plane or Falcon 9. 

And the whole time they were growing taller and able to see over the heads of past generations,

often not understanding the foreign language they use to say how big and strange the kids have become. 

The untranslatable said to be familial if not familiar cuts the tongue and distance is breathing

room. 

Some rules apply to all tight circles.

These are not rules.

Conflict creates sparks. To kindle this is Choice. Paper or plastic. Cash or credit. Fruit or Vegetable.

Man ate the apple.

We should all agree, unanimously, to treat each other with Great and Grand curiosity, instead of the horror and heart racing fear of the past passed at the speed of light, a code they will crack well after we can look back and say progress is not a lifeline or any linear conception that stretches generations.

Of course, the kids thought the adults were obedient and simple.

Always being right of something that has no sides or edges but event horizons, similar to virtual reality or alternate avatars of us which shows that only perception is infinite and limited unless you can learn to balance both ‘i’’s and juggle while focusing on more than five to seven things which may mean the multiverse is possible, or probable in a world where rings carry truth into black holes.

Poor us that shrunk while the everything expanded, who could no longer reach the ends and make connections in the dark by feeling our way around things and knowing what they may be one at a time, intimately aware of all the potential items and uses, like a life and what one should use it for.

And yet the youth always thrives because they are soft enough to adapt and keen to collect the sharpest tools that came before them and eager to learn how it was done with bright eyes that see better ways.

And yet the adults still call them fools.

Women covered up.

There are no definitions of circles that end. 

There is always room for growth. This much won't change. 

There are no rules for making lifelines with what was found.

The minerals line and build up with the bodies both old and new. 

It was only different from this view

Photo of The Atwater family, from archives by unknown, in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.