Android Family of Origin

There are times I think it might be preferable to be a machine, a robot, an android. Such beings (or non-beings) are able to evaluate at length what appears to be in front of them, set an agenda that will be followed unvaryingly. They stay narrowly focused on things, as long as their intellect deems necessary, disconnected from their body, undistracted by the human heart. Productive. Programmable. Perfect for our materialistic name-brand society.

But, they are limited. Many possible novel pathways are invisible to them. They are too distracted by the details of the details to see the inner depth and spiritual breath, and they arrogantly discount mindfulness, flow or attunement as mere ghosts in the machine. Extraordinary defensive contraptions stuck in their wiring, running on well-worn tracks, cut off from meaningful change, they too often leave their children a legacy of fragmentation, intolerance, and anxious depression and burn out.