Written for RDP, where Martha asks us
to get creative with the word “panacea”.
Thanks, Martha! Here’s where the prompt took me.
We scroll through feeds for inner peace,
One click away from our panacea.
Buy this pill, try that idea;
Let dopamine hits never cease.
The algorithm knows our ailment,
Serves up the balm we crave today.
Tomorrow brings a new installment:
Different cure, same price to pay.
NAR©2026
This is “White Rabbit” by Jefferson Aairplane
All text and graphics are copyright for Nancy Richy and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
The Elephant's Trunk 
so very true..awesome song
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Thanks, Dylan. These old songs still sound great.
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Excellent Nance 🙌
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Thanks much, Ange! 🐇
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Very well done!
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Merci, mon amie! 🐇
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I think inner peace is inside all of us, but some of us struggle to find it.
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Everything except inner peace is fleeting. ☮️
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Doctors will become a thing of the past in time, we’ll just have phone consultations!
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Yikes! I’m not so sure about DIY surgery! 😁
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Same price tomorrow? Never happens. Up, up, up…
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Oops, my bad! 🤑
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So true!
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We’re a society of instant gratification; mix that with the net and we’ve got us a predicament.
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Yup! The algorithms are very crafty.
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User beware! Thanks, Sadje.
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My husband is experiencing it and so was my daughter.
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🤞🏼
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😅
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