Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Organic


Eyes to flesh

Breath to breath

Hand to hand

Chest to chest

Close and tangible,

Organically alive

A true connection reduced to bits and blips

A digital barrier to the biological reality

Reducing an already dim shadow to an even fainter breath – what is left?

People cannot be explained by pixels

A feeble representation at best.


Why constrain ourselves to pre-formed words on a machine-built display?

To make sure we have enough time to manipulate the response

To stroke our own ego, to make sure we look our best

We are an intricate unity of spirit and matter

The product of a fusion of the infusible

A wild vortex of both beauty and death

Each breath is a miracle, each step a great enterprise.

We are a soul, bearers of something great

Made to live together – to depend on one another –

To be uncomfortable together – to fight, to touch, to love and to learn.

Yet we hide behind our little screens,

Retreat to our comfortable prisons

So we can see how good our profile looks to our 10,000 “friends”

And quietly digest their own well-thought out parades of pride

We’ve grown content that the deepest meditations of the soul are cut off at 140 characters

Because we’re “safe” from any of the outside fears

But is it really safe to entrust our entire life to a hard drive?


You appreciate what you work for - and the amount of work required is quickly diminishing

What once took hours and miles, days and years, tears and honesty, vulnerability

Is now done in an instant, with a few taps and a click.


How far can this go?

We may never touch again

We may forget what it means to live

Reduced to our shiny electronic surrogates

Removed from true existence to the furthest degree

Recycled after death into the silicon veins of a circuitboard,

And letting the rules of our machines dictate the experiences of the infinite


In exalting ourselves, we quickly become nothing

And only by denying ourselves, can we become great.

We can look at pictures of the world and never move from our seats

But we become miles wide and just a few inches deep


Inspiration


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