Into-me -see
My computer is my companion, I shall not log off.
It makes me stay up late and lie down with bugged out eyes,
It restores my old photos; and leads me to url’s of world renown.
Yea, though I click through websites a thousand, I will fear no spy ware; for my firewall protects me; my mouse and my flash drive, they comfort me.
My hard drive provides an endless chatter, my virtual paging file runneth over.
Surely merciless spammers will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of free WiFi forever and ever.
It makes me stay up late and lie down with bugged out eyes,
It restores my old photos; and leads me to url’s of world renown.
Yea, though I click through websites a thousand, I will fear no spy ware; for my firewall protects me; my mouse and my flash drive, they comfort me.
My hard drive provides an endless chatter, my virtual paging file runneth over.
Surely merciless spammers will pursue me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of free WiFi forever and ever.
Oh, the joys and sorrows of my technology! I’ve been pondering the Western Hemisphere’s growing dependence on the net lately, and can’t help but notice how much even I am reliant on it’s vast resources. It’s a bummer. Why? Because there’s no face to face interaction anymore! How easy it is to lose that interpersonal edge when one spends too much time engrossed in html code. (For me, it’s css in case you want to know).
Connectivity has given us a great gift: long distance relationships. We can keep in touch with friends the world over from our computer desk, without breaking a sweat. Needless to say however, is the distance and immunity we posses gives us the ability to create an internet persona that is contradictory to who we really are offline. It is after all, as easy as altering our Myspace to appear a bit more polished!
Father has gently been prodding me of late in this area and revealing certain motives in my life that hinder genuine intimacy with Him and with you. The first New Years resolution I’ve ever made was this year and it was: To allow the charity of God to extend to my secret place, to begin to learn extravagant love and to do everything except that which I will regret.
Too often we get so caught up in the ambiance of this world that we forget that life doesn’t revolve around the natural; we get ensnared in the alter-reality of our synthetic élan and start to believe whatever we perceive. However, technology is only a manifestation of what is happening in these days. Men and women are “virtually” dying every second because their lives have slipped from restful reality into frenzied fantasy; and they need no new ipod to skid into this periphery.
Our Western Hemispheric expertise has blinded us into a visual lifestyle. We have to see things to believe. And we believe all right; the skinny, blonde girl touting the diet plan of the century that worked for her (no it didn‘t, she never had a problem with obesity), the colossal hunk advertising the weight training equipment (he takes steroids), the man with a delicious look on his face biting into a juicy hamburger (he‘s really a vegan and spits every mouthful into a bucket when the camera quits)… you get what I’m saying. These are all visual images marketed as reality, but in truth fantasy. We have become non persons! We have pushed ourselves to a place that after we finish our tumultuous days we just want to zone out. We daily repeat the cycle of trying to ease the stress of a frenzied lifestyle without putting our standard of living in jeopardy. We now need caprice and immunity just to survive. It’s vicious. Intoxicating. A killer for sure.
I’ve decided the only path to a life of function is intimacy. Into-me-see. So what if you see what’s really in me and it’s embarrassing? Let’s trash our bogus facades and get down to some wholesome living. Lets be a doorway, not a closed frosted glass window.
Care to join me?
Connectivity has given us a great gift: long distance relationships. We can keep in touch with friends the world over from our computer desk, without breaking a sweat. Needless to say however, is the distance and immunity we posses gives us the ability to create an internet persona that is contradictory to who we really are offline. It is after all, as easy as altering our Myspace to appear a bit more polished!
Father has gently been prodding me of late in this area and revealing certain motives in my life that hinder genuine intimacy with Him and with you. The first New Years resolution I’ve ever made was this year and it was: To allow the charity of God to extend to my secret place, to begin to learn extravagant love and to do everything except that which I will regret.
Too often we get so caught up in the ambiance of this world that we forget that life doesn’t revolve around the natural; we get ensnared in the alter-reality of our synthetic élan and start to believe whatever we perceive. However, technology is only a manifestation of what is happening in these days. Men and women are “virtually” dying every second because their lives have slipped from restful reality into frenzied fantasy; and they need no new ipod to skid into this periphery.
Our Western Hemispheric expertise has blinded us into a visual lifestyle. We have to see things to believe. And we believe all right; the skinny, blonde girl touting the diet plan of the century that worked for her (no it didn‘t, she never had a problem with obesity), the colossal hunk advertising the weight training equipment (he takes steroids), the man with a delicious look on his face biting into a juicy hamburger (he‘s really a vegan and spits every mouthful into a bucket when the camera quits)… you get what I’m saying. These are all visual images marketed as reality, but in truth fantasy. We have become non persons! We have pushed ourselves to a place that after we finish our tumultuous days we just want to zone out. We daily repeat the cycle of trying to ease the stress of a frenzied lifestyle without putting our standard of living in jeopardy. We now need caprice and immunity just to survive. It’s vicious. Intoxicating. A killer for sure.
I’ve decided the only path to a life of function is intimacy. Into-me-see. So what if you see what’s really in me and it’s embarrassing? Let’s trash our bogus facades and get down to some wholesome living. Lets be a doorway, not a closed frosted glass window.
Care to join me?
