from this week in 1973 (I was 28)
I had thought the world moved smooth
but it’s all fits and starts.
Oh it probably pirouettes on its axis
and it probably takes a year around the sun.
What I’m talking about is progress.
When I was young progress was our important
product,
and it was never an old product.
It had just been invented yesterday
or it had been improved today.
it started in a barrel,
proceeded through various cardboard boxes,
plastic containers and now comes in an aerosol
can
which explodes if you heat it
poisons if you inhale it and irritates if it
contacts.
If it doesn’t do it better, it is more
convenient.
You would think all this would make movement
smooth,
but it just seems to make standing still more
comfortable
or unnoticeable. Some even say we’ve digressed.
Now I hear Perfection is our most important
product,
and when things are perfect, people will be
happy.
Imagine that.
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