Ignorance

We have forgotten the technique of blue stained glass that they used to put in the high rose windows. We cannot make it anymore.

We are forgetting how to save our seeds from one year to the next. Our vegetables are hybridized and genetically modified, and we buy the seeds in little paper packets far from the fields in which they grew.

A fat man stands at a restaurant counter in loose hanging overalls and a red t-shirt with a smoking cigarette in his hand. He looks up at the waitress at the register.

Two Stars-n-Stripes, he says.

She pulls two tickets out of a colorful state lottery machine sitting on the counter between them. He pays her and studies the tickets closely as he leaves.

Look around. Watch the talking heads on TV. Turn on the radio. Listen to what our politicians say, and follow what they do. If ignorance is bliss, this must be paradise.

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