Escapism is exhausting. The internet is too much with us. The constant social media updates, the flashy colors and loud noises assault us to distraction; the inexhaustible link-to-link-to-link-to-link linkage leads  to nowhere, but down a black, bottomless pit into cyberspace. It does not satisfy; it does not truly delight. It only empties the mind of thought, stuffing the great gaping hole with psychedelic mist that melts as soon as the sensual and sensory experience has past. It unwrinkles wrinkles and disconnects connections and throws cold water on firing synapses; when it is gone, the mind is left blind, supportless, feeble and fragile and frantically searching for something to grasp. But nothing is there. There is nothing. It is empty. It is void. It is null.

Having recognized this (as so many do these days), a good mind, a diligent mind will strive towards a particular goal. Instead of escaping from reality, the mind must escape to reality, to the comfort and solace of true substance, true meaning. The mind must lead the body to do good. Why do we continue to do nothing?  Why are lives spent and time wasted? Why is so much energy expended on passing, temporal trivialities? Why am I still scrolling through [insert social media here] after an hours’ worth of redundant memes I scrolled through yesterday — and the day before? Why am I not devoting my life to a purpose, to something I hold near and dear, to something that will do some good in this world? Ridiculous the waste sad time …