Our iTech Life is as Vulnerable as a Neonate

technologyI remember when I stored  50 or 100 phone numbers between my ears. This was back in the day of the rotary phone. I should have realized that those 12 push buttons of technology from Ma Bell were going to lead me down the path of selective technological dementia – where I have to check a digital device for my name, rank and serial number.

As human beings, we rarely dwell on just how fragile our existence is. We tend to think the sun will rise tomorrow and though Bernie Madoff is in jail, our financial security is no more secure now than it has been at any other time in history. It can all go in the flicker of an eye – everything gone, even more so than the tsunami in Japan.

Likewise, we text, tweet and like as if all of our gadgets will be there for us – should the sun continue to rise.

A strong solar storm in 1859 shorted telegraph wires, causing fires in North America and Europe. If such an electromagnetic storm occurred today, it would take four to ten years to recover electric power lines, according to a report of the National Academy of Science. Given the strong interdependence of every system, the effects could be devastating for the whole of society.  – The Digitally Divided Self

I wonder how many of us would survive if we lost electricity for a decade.

And on another note –

God!

You should hear

Me complain!

 

About this lack of sleep

You’d never know

I’ve just awakened

From a fifty-year snooze

 

Every time I try to relax

A new tale from beyond

Enters my head

Going on and on

Like a broken record

Until I let it out

 

Or, some soft kiss

Steals into my heart

Setting it on wing

This canary’s very nature

Is endless sweet song

 

There’s no time to rest

The grave is rushing toward us

Like a runaway train

Don’t be struck

Deaf, dumb and dead

Before your time

 

Choose your death wisely

Crack your heart-seed open

Now

Die in this moment

Singing your birth-song

And you

Into existence

 

Come join me

In this delicious misery

Lay your head upon

Soft feathered pillows

Awaken

In His lap

 

God

Wants to hear

You complain too!