Your Feeling the Phone is Ringing....

          As if the ringing is not coming from some cosmic church bell sitting on top of a marvelously designed, architecturally speaking, Religious Icon in some foreign land waiting for something other than what is happening presently.  Yes, instead it is just that commonplace ringtone so associated with a land line.  It isn't cause for alarm, or that you haven't kept up with the times, just that you casually assume your position in the proverbial chain of command afforded any normal voting citizen attached to what is assumed a ritualistic process in a democratically based form of government.
           These days you get a lot of 800 calls that you just ignore from the experience that it is just a computer calling, for whatever purpose and is intended to cajole you into something other than your present States of mind.  The cool thing is when you let it ring, it either dissipates before the answering machine gives into the incessant ringing, which seems to be a piecemeal number like four, or when it gets to two or three, it knows your not answering, so it just disconnects it's line of reasoning.
            Since the governing body is somehow supplied with some fiscal reconnaissance so they don't have to have a navigator spotting where the direct hit has to land, they can all, whatever the mindset that put them into an elected office, just disregard the nuances, and let themselves be dictated to from a distance, or an unregistered cellphone, thus providing no electronic or paper trail to the disregard of personal dignity or a representation of humanity.
             We now find ourselves just feeling like we are hearing the phone ring, as if someone is here to clarify the misdeeds perpetrated on us by these mindless ghosts masquerading as elected officials.  When it really is, is just a Deja Vu moment in which we can recall what we thought was the direction we were headed in the 60's thru the turmoil, the Age of Aquarius, the summer of love and the impending evolution of the Soul.  No my dearest friends, we are no longer connected to the principles written in the Declaration of Independence, or the Constitution, but are now finding that the phone we used to answer no longer exists.  The connection, one ringy dingy, two ringy dingyies has been severed and the cords are lying still on the ground, no long coiling to make a strike.  So, silently, in a stupor, listen to your heartbeat, feel the emotional string tug at what little is left of your addled brainwaves, get out on the highway and search for a new adventure, accepting whatever is coming your way by your individual train of thought and on the caravan you have chosen to get back the independence you once owned and are now struggling to answer the phone before the line once again turns into a busy signal.