living in hypercapitalism

One has not the leisure of thought anymore, or, it is hard to come by in this pre-prepared world of channels-always-running and gadgets of capitalism to fill the voids. We don't know the voids exist, or maybe not until we are old and the materials lose their luster to us; then is when we must look around, turn the head from this arm to shoulder to that arm, and see where we stand here, what we're worth, or worthy of. Attention deficit, the object of attention now universally, most chronic with deficiency of is our own mind, and the literature reflects that--not deep delving, polemic, sustained. Not grand, like the human ego is meant to be, in dreams, mythmaking, sentences, especially in expression--that materialization, of art. Since we were children: Now in bursts, like static, sometimes even beautiful showers of sparks but never one, deep, masterful. What if I deprived my kid of the world he lived in, down this continual trend? Would the deprivation prevent the deficit of self? The world changes, and to whom am I to tell it to stop, one says. The command to Stop it!, and to See it! are completely not one and the same, and especially I would advocate more tending towards the latter in preserving the human spirit.