Slice, Dice and Mince

There are sayings like "how many angels fit on the head of a pin?", "he's busy navel gazing" or "gathering stars". It means the slicing and dicing and searching for molecules of matters, rather than taking it all as one sees it, simply and without over-analysis. These days of rampant leisure time available and higher health, wealth, education and world-wide communication,  the average person avoids digging deeply into detail on every available aspect, introspect and speculation in general, they pick up on the Media.  Journalists were once the purveyors of the questioning Ws. Today we rush to our various  devices to confirm our thoughts, desires and curiosities, the ones we already intuitively know the answers to. The information we find on-line ranges from the sublime to the ridiculous. To trust a site and know that it's safe and honest is a gamble. Furthermore, we honor our opinions as valuable. Dabblers in the on-line world, think they matter. It seems everyone simply must add his/her own comment or a thumbs up or down. And all for what? Are we so lonely and lacking of work, to think that our one out of millions of opinions matter to the chosen heroes of our times? Do we really think that the Royals or the Hollywoods or latest song birds care a whiff about the comments made? Of course not. Why on earth would, our fabulously wealthy idols,  bother to riffle around in the miasma of inane wordheaps we, the public tap out on our home keyboards? The rich and famous have other things to do. They don't read them or shouldn't, to bother their  lives with such nonsense. Why do we do it, then? We love to think that our opinions count even among those who make their money on us. It's that simple; we just like to give our opinions. Period. The issue is, that our world is so much a behemoth that all we have left that is real, is our one vote that we can sprinkle here and there, when asked for, and even then, we can't be sure it counts. Most of what we see and trust is laden under small print that no one reads or can. When was the last time you checked the little box that gets you quickly where you wanted to go because you knew that you'd have to be a Supreme Court judge to figure out the nuances of the fine print you are told you have access to?  It's only when you need to collect an insurance, for example, and find out that what you thought you had safely under control, you didn't. Contracts and information on your rights, like the proverbial needle, are so imbedded into haystacks of verbiage, that is largely impossible to fathom. Most of us just give up and go along. Most of us can't be bothered. But in this slice and dice world of hierarchies that employ those specifically hired to protect them behind reams of words, seas of their waves of  fine light grey print, we, the users, float along as usual, trusting we are safe. Are we?