Exponential Change.

Exponential Change. prose poem

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Will the Twenty First Century be the end for Homo Sapiens?
Can human minds and psyches stand up to the speed of change being metered out?
Today, we make more decisions in a day than were made one hundred years ago in a week. Where does it go from here?
How does a mind that was designed to procreate and survive in the wilderness deal with the ever increasing complexity of the Twenty First Century?
Specialization enabled the dilution of the pressure amongst the inhabitants, but this is being saturated. Machines and computers were able to diffuse the onslaught for a time, but this too is running its course. In fact, these adaptations are now adding to the dilemma.
Psychological coping mechanisms being stretched to the breaking point.
Can humans meld with their technology enabling a quantum leap in coping capabilities, or will this simply drive people insane?
Will we simply off load everything to technology leaving us all free to focus on creativity ignoring the rest?
For us to survive and thrive I think plan B it must be.

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