Many movies today find
their plots in the pages of teenie bopper/ pop culture novels, our DNA is a
compilation of our mother’s and father’s biological resources, and while we
have the hardware to think—it seems even thought is just the extension of
existing ideas, language, and performative expression. Our culture seems to
glorify commodification as a vehicle in which individuals gain social status,
objectify or be objectified. This possibly stems from the idea that—innately—we
are tool users, recipients and facilitators of information.
To make a morning cup of
coffee (with a Keurig) one gets water from the faucet, pours it in the back of
the machine, opens the front lid, selects a prepackaged K-Cup, closes the lid
and presses brew. In this one act, before most of us are even half-coherent, we
have utilized the luxury of clean running water/ plumbing, a manufactured—often
flavored or customized—coffee + filter combo, and the electricity and physical
mechanics necessary to run a coffee maker. While our groggy morning brains are
most certainly not a prime example of the extremity of human thought—our mental
activity throughout the day usually follows in a similar fashion.
Some may argue for the freedom
and artistic identity of original thought, but in art—it seems—many simply add
to existing ideas, works, and beauty. Art imitates life, and in this cycle of
informal mimicry we find our life- editing generation at a loss for novelty. The
databases between our ears do, however, contain the unique faculty of revising
and edifying culture. It is through this social developmental process that we
are able to be used—our servant hood and sacrifice allows for our generations’
redefinition from users to usable users or, as some might say, innovators.
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