Prosaic

It's the small things that we need to look at to keep reminding ourselves that it's our uniqueness , our imperfections that make us human.
The daily toil that reminds us of our fallibility,frailty.
Some days a good night's restful slumber is the start of a great day.
Some days nothing seems to click and we get raving mad over the slightest things.
Some days prosaic is wonderful, a cup of steaming green tea.
A melodious bird song.

Floating settlements

As I walked on the muddy estuarine looking at crabs scuttling into the marshy,brackish soil,My son picked up a hermit crab ,its legs propelling it forward as it dragged a conical shell along.Ah,would a day come when the soil is so contaminated and the space on land so crowded that we have to build floating skyscapers on floating platforms near the coast.Drinking water could be supplied by desalination equipment on a floating platform and sewage water treated before being discharged back into the sea.That would presumably free up land needed to build dams,divert rivers,reservoirs,complex system of underground pipes and sewage.At the same time ,electricity would be generated by solar or wind or wave power. 3/4 of this planet comprises water so people could stay offshore and be transported to work through underground public trains to work on land.
Materials used must be biodegradable so that it decomposes when thrown into the sea or it could be treated and processed into cellulose materials for growing medium for plants.Fish farms would be set up to produce food for the settlements.School and hospitals need not be physical structures as tele-education and robots be used for minor surgeries.

The 21st birthday of the human race

The 21st birthday of the human race should be a cause for celebration - for a coming of age party.

Wow! Give yourself a pat on the back.Bring out the cake for we have come a long way .
21 is the magical age-we've crossed the line that marks us as mature,rational adults and what have we in the album to show for it?

Report card

State of the playground: still virginal in some places but rapidly losing its innocence as others play catch up

State of comfort: Depends on where you are,need hardly to lift a finger or break your back looking for food and water

State of peaceful co-existence: Just recovered from a bad cold but immune system not sufficiently fortified against a systemic breakdown

Truth is we are still keeping afloat in this ocean of humanity .But phew ain't it getting hot here nowadays? Chill it.