Snowflakes and Cogs in Machineries

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes
Unique in each way you’d conceive.

And now after some thinking,
I’d say I would rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery
Serving something beyond me.

Fleet Foxes, Helplessness blues.

cogs in the machineThere is a problem, a pertinent one to this age we live in, somewhat unique to it but also not so much. Everybody wants be different, Hipsters, Goths, non-gender conformists, Pomosexuals, tutu wearing gangster rap thugs and the list goes on as far as the knowable universe. Being unique can also get lonely and scene kids are unique, but a group of ripped jeans wearing teenagers is self defeating to the telos of the group if it wants to be fluffy snowflakes. You can be lonely in a crowded room, content in solitary confinement, fulfilled in silent jam packed chapel worship.

SnowflakeApparently millennials were told they were special as children and then we all ended up paying a shrink to talk to us because snowflakes are always dying to become a weapon to chuck in your sister’s face.

Slaves and Women before this age were also told that they had an ‘axle’ societal role to play, until MLK told us different. #freethenipple

Read an analysis of the lyrics quoted above and come back.

The anthem of this generation is not far off as a description, except it is the same problem wearing tie-dye denim jogging bottoms, which is a recapitulation of the fashion sense of decades preceding this new millennium.

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