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  • The Shocking Truth About Technology

    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!

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