A trillion of a trillion of a trillion of a second!

At the Olympics humans are running faster, brake a week old world record skiing down hill, the 400 meter freestyle is now covered in 4/10 of a second faster, the newest Trans-Atlantic Ocean Liner has accomplished the fastest crossing ever and the universe was created in a trillion of a trillion of a trillion of a second.

So, I ask you: "What is left?"
Oh yeah, Wall Street traders can now make split second speculative decisions mostly favoring themselves. So, is capitalism on the verge of burning out. Are we as a species?- simply since there is so little to do faster, quicker, better, grander?

While pondering that thought let me point to our inability to truly recycle. The oceans are being used as a dumping space for the maritime world - ships dumping excess oil and plastic material. How do I know? Remember mystery flight 370? While searching the Indian Ocean, the only things being picked out by satellite and radar was trash from fishing trawlers and debris from freighters. Just imagine what lies on the bottom of these oceans.
We already know that world's big cities are struggling with traffic pollution and industrial smog, and that Duke cannot control its coal-ash reservoirs - now spilling over into streams and ponds we (and all the other life around us) need for drinking water.

So again: "What's next?"
Have I mentioned world's overpopulation? No, not of rats and roaches, but of humans. Currently, the
overall total stands at 7.5 billion and in a couple of extra decades there will be 9+ billion of us.

See, all we seem to focus on is $$$$$. Lotteries, fraudulent manipulation of funds, theft and the huge bonuses for CEOs, while the lower end of out society is getting poorer.

What does the reader think? What comes after capitalism? Where do we go from here?

So, what's my future going to look like?

Dear reader,
J.D. Salinger told his editors: "Don't!"
He is totally right. Why change the story? This is the way I have experienced it all. Now, you may not like my writing, however, by editing it, i.e. changing it, it will inevitably become someone else's interpretation and that's NOT what I intended. So DON'T!

I checked my e-mail at my favorite coffee house "Mugs"- I do that regularly, and found a "Thank you!"-note from my Dutch friends living somewhere in the center of France. I replied expressing my state of being. They were apparently quite moved that they decided to call via "FaceTime" and pointed out that maybe, just maybe I should do more of the writing they had just experienced - Good stuff, really worth while reading. "Stop searching! Do more Writing! Not for anyone or a particular publication. Just do it! We think you have a distinct talent!"

I am still at Mugs with lots of laps with laptops, paper coffee cups, people conferring around rectangular tables. I see and hear things differently than others do. I see red running shoes, knees,
absent minded stares, two hands embracing the cappuccino. The TV high up near the ceiling shows people running their mouths inaudibly. It is a cozy place with lots of chatter and islands of silence around an oval table with comfortable arm chairs where study and reading are the main occupation.
I observe a string of women who have truly studied their outfits at home, trying to look relaxed and sexy. High heels with knee reaching boots and I can't see their tops through the waist long blond colored hair. They want to belong ... well, that's what I think.

It's Sunday and everyone wanders or is focused or anything in between. It's time for me to leave and start cooking for my evening gathering. So, Cha-Cha for now!