Dear H.G. Wells
I regret to inform you that the above was a bit, well, wrong. I admit I have never read it. I must inform you that the political weather we are currently withstanding is actually quite in opposition to your foreseen, me thinks. The major current isn’t bringing us to unison but taking us more towards the Bermuda Triangle. Our hopes and dreams vanishing while severing ties to our next of kin. The Northern star of our forefathers has moved further from our grasp. What is left to accompany us is mere chaos and despair! Isn’t it time to stop and pray? I know it is the answer to this inevitable Medusa we are facing or shall I state the ramifications of the Pandora’s Box we are encased in?
My dear H.G. Wells perhaps your last book was a prayer. Siri, Alexa and the likes of C-3PO and R2-D2 shall be the rescue? What about our children? Whitney Houston coined it well.
George Lucas is a visionary in my opinion as are you my dear H.G. Wells. Shall I call you Herbert? I pose a question now. Darth Vader is a good man in the end, right? I have yet to watch those movies as well. My apologies to Mr. Lucas.
Signed
Now I see.
Things I leave you to ponder about? Any coincidence both are named George? Why was I awakened at 3 am to document this? Is it that Herbert George Wells was a diabetic and I a doctor? Why does his last book enter my mind and I’ve never read it? Questions and more questions? But stop and do think. This is our future and our legacy. What will become of it?
I’ll leave you now with the epitaph that H.G. Wells stated he liked for himself — I told you so, you damned fools. My thanks to Mr. H.G. Wells and to Mr. George Lucas.
Namaste
Guady G. with thoughts on history.
Crazy writing at 3 am? Perhaps. I dig deeper into my own written word. Will you? Comment below. I want to know!
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