Whenever I come across a quiet environment, I think of children born and raised in big cities. "Who is the poor?" If you ask me, I will point directly to these children. Children living in big cities.
Children who do not know exactly what the earth, natural stones, apple trees, forest, green, sun, moon and stars are, and cannot enjoy them. The poor children who grew up lost among the concrete blocks, trapped in virtual worlds, far from their mother, father, grandfather, grandmother, friends and relatives.
Seeing the soil on the Internet, observing it in flower pots, is not really knowing the soil. The earth is known only if you play on it barefoot, if you mix it with water and make toys, if you play on it until the evening.
How can the soil be known and understood without walking on a dirt road or wandering in a garden? Stones have an enchanting power. You will understand it only if you can play with pieces. If you have built a wall with stones, played games with stones, threw stones with a slingshot, skipped on the water and discovered many more games with stones, you will understand. Stone is very different from concrete. How many children living in big cities could have plucked an apple or a pear from the tree and ate it?
How many kids might know that strawberries aren't actually plucked from the tree? How many children might have wandered, picked and played in the cherry or cherry orchards? How many children could have wandered in the cucumber fields, among the furrows, inhaling the delicious smell of cucumbers into their lungs? How many children could have plucked a tomato from its branch, cut it in half with his hand, and smashed it in the belly like snow? Certainly very few children have experienced these beauties. Maybe even fewer children.
Concrete blocks, asphalt-covered soil, whizzing vehicles, schools with security booths, sites, parents with phones and never-ending work, smartphones, tablets, computers, digital games that tear our children away from the real world.
Oh my God, what kind of world is this, what a bondage this is, what modernism is this! What kind of life is this, in which life is hidden bondage. What kind of life is this, life is full of gloom. What kind of life is this, the meaning of life, full of meaninglessness. Here is the post-modern world, here is the most advanced bondage.
Those looking for the meaning of life are wasting time in big cities. There is nothing that the post-modern world promises us, it has something that it has taken away from us. The promised things are only what time brings.
Over time, innovation comes naturally. It must be one of the most important duties of human beings not to be deceived by those who use innovation to exploit people. We need to review what we quickly adapt to and what we get used to over time. In this case, if you don't think it's a problem, we don't have much to say, but remember that for those who don't know the taste of truth, fake lives instead of truth. The virtual is actually the fake. Deception with feelings must be the skill of the fake.
Emotions are enough to fool the mind. That's why people are always shot by their emotions. Unless logic and consciousness develop, the dominance of the false will definitely continue. Soil is very important to him. If you forget the land, you will not find the truth. A nation that does not return to its villages continues its life as a prisoner of the false world.
Why are we stacked in big cities when there are vacant lots? Why do we pay for carboys while the natural spring waters stop? Why can we eat as much fruit as we can afford in the bazaar, when we can only collect free fruit from the land? Why are we tormented on concrete when there is peace on the ground? We can clarify the screens by thinking a little, asking a little, and objecting a little.