Independence is the catch of the day, Autonomy the name of the game. I am a fool in a world that has moved onto bigger and better things. Plugged in, connected friends across the pond while you sit next to strangers. Quantity has thoroughly beaten quality, in what was never a fair fight. Truly more connected, But to whom are you connected in Truth? Boasting of connections while scorning dependence. Our faces displayed for all to see on a “book” Showing more, sharing less the more you “share” the less I see. Who are you really? The eyes are the window to the soul – a theological truth, not just a pretty phrase. When we see face to face – we will see all. Even in one dimension, your eyes plead for me to listen they scream fear, fear of that one thing – But Independence is the catch of the day, Autonomy the name of the game.