The Price of Fellowship
We live
in the information age
Some may call it
the misinformation age
Still
the amount of information
at our fingertips
is staggering
and rife with rabbit holes
One has to wonder
should these words
(bits of information)
survive
what future generations
would perceive
from our colloquialisms
(chase that down
the etymology hole)
A noble experiment
without the benefit
of the double blind
reveals the price
of this glut
of available knowledge
Observe a gathering
of friends
coworkers
classmates
even random strangers
Conversation
eventually fizzles
(if it were present at all)
and we all get lost
in our personal information devices
These devices
are not inherently evil
they fill
a growing need
to be informed instantly
as events unfold
They become our escapes
from the doldrums
of common conversation
of meaningful chatter
of personal connections
We are on
our own islands of facts
on our mountain of opinions
in our grotto of isolation
And the price
of such knowledge
merely the touch
of human interaction
the price of fellowship
Information
severing
the cord of connection—
each of us
holding the world
in our hands
while losing
the person
beside us
Input source: © Ron Simpson Jr.
Input date: June 10, 2026
