We have such an enormous unfathomable macrocosm, within which our knowable microcosm of everyday life exists.
We add to this the assumption of digital distant realities, things we have learned do exist, despite being unable on a regular basis to employ our hearing and sight and smell and touch to gauge and interact and assert and compile and respond.
To people and situations and environments. We squeeze so much that once was sensory into online information gathering and interaction.
We are no more genetically prepared to live this way than the food we now customarily consume.
It's all here and we as a species have created it and then we are born into it and do not question it and become gratified by it and build entire lives around that which we are not yet genetically prepared for.
The adjunct, of course, which once was primary, or in fact, the solitary way we functioned as humans, is the going outside.
The going outside and not reading our phones or talking on them or photographing things for the express purpose of sharing them later and too the express purpose of selecting every single interaction while having part of us suspended and non interactive and non connected, which is the part that is making certain to think and edit and photograph and even choose what we experience, with the primary factor being that it will be something we will share online ,and how well it will be liked ,and if it will provide the status that will confer upon us ,so we can have some sense of who we are, and feel good about ourselves for a bit anyway.
I'm just wondering how much farther we will stray from Whitman or Sappho or Russell Means or Angela Davis or Elder LaDonna Tamakawastewin Allard , before we all turn to dust.
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