We bow our heads in silent prayer. Walking like spirits silent swiftly swerving somewhere other than where we currently are. With bowed heads to advance our devotion we read the new bible. The one that makes our new religion work. Faster. The American dream is seen through the fingers of the sainted and felt by the eyes of the holy.

Reformation is constant, new interpretations of the old word spew out of our prayers themselves. The interpreters of the Old Testament writing the New Testament for the future. There are news sects now. Better focus. Better image. Better connection. Better size. Better shape. Better durability. Better compatibility. We bow our heads in silent prayer connecting with those around us without looking at those who surround us; without seeing those bound to us; without being with those who found us. We are connected. We are faster. We are newer. We are fewer. We follow our Lord and see his words as law. We bow our heads in silent prayer.

We look up, a vibration from our pocket takes us back to church. We believe in our true lord and savior, our true redeemer, our true shepherd; our technology. His all seeing eyes report and refresh our fickle interests instantaneously because he knew the newest news. We are disciplined disciples devoutly dedicated to the social media that will socially lead ya to self isolation. Our prayers are answered in likes, favorites, reposts, re-vines, retweets, and comments. Our fascination with our own fantasies further fortifies the fact that our future is folding into fire and brimstone.

What are the demons you might ask, well: slow connection, dead spots, slow and even locked wifi, and most of all battery life; have plagued this new religion since its construction. These demons have forced people to avert their eyes from the word of our lord, and instead redirect them into the gaze of another heathen holding those helpless hymns that cannot be sung. When the loading screen is screaming for too long, we take them in for confessionals at the genius bar. There, the high priests and priestesses perform strange rituals of exorcism on our bibles and bless them before return. Sometimes, unavoidable due to those dastardly demons, we are forced into sacrilegious contact with those who interact in ways not through the lord.

We are no longer allowed to send our prayers through our feeling fingers, but are forced to send them through our muted and muddled mouths. Our voices become heard and our words are no longer seen. But they are felt right? Have we lost touch and feel? Surely not because I can feel the weight of the lord in the palm of my hand. But can we feel his words? Can we use them to touch the hearts of others?

Wikipedia says it is impossible to touch somebody’s heart without the other person dying. And yahoo answers say that words appeal to our sense of sound not feel. Don’t worry I looked it up while you were thinking, so our lord once again has given me the truth in the face of uncertainty. New question: Are we numb to feeling of human interaction, or are we just deaf to the sound of feeling in human interaction? I looked it up, apparently I need to check my search for misspelled words. Another attack by demons I suppose.

Without this phone in my hand and my eyes on his screen and these headphones covering my ears, I might not keep up with the world. I am always feeling, seeing and hearing the world in real time up to the very second something happened right? We know the facts. We know the pictures. We know the sights. We know the sounds. We know the physical feeling. We know the taste. But do we know the taste of freedom in the stomachs of the refugees in Syria? Do we know the vision of the extremists in ISIS? Do we know the feeling of desperation when the hearts have to chant “black lives matter?” Do we know the sounds of home the captives in Northeast Africa will listen to only in memory and never again in reality? Do we know the facts that frame the pictures? Do we stop long enough to care?

No.

That is too slow; valuable time to waste is being wasted by taking time to feel again. Our lord and savior, through his blessing of brainyquote.com, claims that “time is a precious thing to waste” followed by “precious normally bring normal people power” succeeded by “Knowledge is power.” I think the next one had something to do with absolute power corrupting absolutely, but I am not completely sure. What is important is if I want power in this world, the good lord has stated my time be dedicated to knowledge.

Knowledge looks at facts and figures. It knows what sand looks feels smells tastes and sounds like. Because that is the main point of this article about Syria right? I’m seeing some people in what seems to be a hot place with a lot of sand, and I know sand so the lord has brought me into knowledge and understanding of what these Syrians are going through. Sand, they are going through sand.

Fun fact: I just got redirected to a report about sand: there are more stars in the sky than grains of sand in the world. Now that is interesting. Our lord has chosen to entertain me with knowledge through my prayers. The demons are at bay for now. What are the demons again?