Christopher Hansard:[ The Age]

When the history pages turn from age to brown

and crack and moth eaten fade

when the internet hits critical mass and explodes seeping

from the virtual world into the world of the everyday

and the pollution of the cyberspace

is a virus that no doctor can cure

when the last coin is fought over

as money loses its meaning

and people lose the art of dreaming

will you cry for what has gone ?

will you recall the art of tears

or the art of thinking, or the art of feeling?

for this will be in a time

when everyone is a anything

a time of observation

and a thing observed is a thing changed

it will be not the age of science

or the attempt at reason

but the age of statistics applied to democracy

both, which, are questionable in their own right,

differing greatly from liberty and individuality

or from the use of numbers to plan for the benefit of others

the world will hold its breath for as long as it can

 a single collective intake from Djibouti to Tokyo,

Moscow to Peoria, Vancouver to Argentina

the time will come for a soulquake of humanity

not registered on any richter scale

and in that time

the art of being

will bring the balance

and the unity