That is something that confuses me greatly. Technology started out as a way to simplyifiy our primitive and difficult lives. But it has now evolved into this giant super-machine that is seemingly unstoppable. A machine that requires our own enslavement, as its insatiable thirst for growth is exponential. Yes, I enjoy technology and I understand how dependant I have been on technology my entire life. But I, like all of you, am not meant to sit here hour after our, bored beyond belief, pushing buttons and watching the glowing gate of slow demise as I grow old, obese, and doscile. Perhaps I was born after my time, or perhaps I am merely venting on something that has been bothering all of our souls for quite some time. I want to be back in my niche, among the trees, the mountains, and the bear. I want to find that special beauty that will never exists among the lubricated streets of the machine. Where technology consists of a new type of bow, or blade. Where I rest on level ground with the beasts of god as I hunt them down just to sustain life. That is where I belong. That is the place long to go.