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Did Socrates say "Know Thyself", or was he misunderstood, as all are. Show Thyself is all we can do. The knowing is unknowable.  

I am filled with joy.  It can't be helped.  

Became a Farmer, Builder, Musician, Tank Commander, Librarian, Lawyer and Minister. I have failed at many things. And now retired.  Filled, just filled, with Joy. 

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

words to conversation to civilization to globe to blog

“Blog” says it all.

First we wandered the riparian migration routes of buffalo and birds. If we caught food, we squatted around the fire hoping there would be some gristle left on the grilling buffalo bone and while waiting we amused ourselves with fixing words to our hopes. As others gathered around the interest created by the fire and meat, we created the virtual reality of language to maneuver and “know” each other.

Then we sat in chairs around a long board hoping there would be a bowl of gruel left and while waiting we gamed the meal into an occasion, a plan, a tribal plot among our invited guests. We created the virtual reality of the social network, as if there was a society, as if we were individuals within it. A civilization began to form around dialogue.

The mobile seat – the saddle, bucket, deck chair – physically expanded the social net. We waited for take-out, for the “board” of our room-and-boarding pass, for the inn-keep to serve at odd hours a line of strangers on the run. Now the sun never sets on the table. The conversation is in byte-size mouth-fulls. Memes migrate across dishes the size of continents. We have globalized, and our bridges are golden arches, our words are franchises distributed by marketing departments “framing” our consumption. We are virtually imprinted at birth.

Now full circle. We are wandering around the personal computer, googling the heights and sewers of a planetized idea of communication. As if there was a there there, we “search” and “send” across our Mother Board, degreasing the keyboard of our finger food prints. There is no table, no fire to gather around, and “wait time” is considered old technology. We are back to wandering alone trying to follow the virtual herds and birds. We blog through.

Full circle. The ratio the diameter of a conversation bears to the circumference of a civilization is always an undecipherable number symbolized by the marketing pie in the sky.