they are cold when they are truest, and commonly ignored when they used to be spoken cliches proverbs and homilies, often from the wisdom spoken around the kitchen table, or the fire, where food, warmth and companionship was, tv or screens, the plato’s cave, after the fire of primal existance of imagining how much better life could be
lights in the sky to the ideas in the mind
not echo chambers or shadows, flickers on a screen or the cave wall
humans, we build walls with rooms to cave in, outside in the blue blue room, eh. scary, no longer because of superstitions or wildlife or in many places, military attack or police kicking in doors and dragging the unsuspecting or the suspected out of bed to government facilities ,public institutions, the line blue line, behind a budget of red and black ink.
like typewriters used to have the dual colour ribbon for accounting
and the word processing ones eventually a correction ability, some could even print two copies and store one entire letter. a page of words, not the things the words are comprised of, eh.
I was online when it was the information highway, eventually called Web 1.0. with the ironically named Social Media Era Web 2.0, ending with net neutrality in Cyberwar Web 3.0.
I wonder if we will get to Web 4.0 the Authenticated web. no more conducting society in favour of criminality over public society.
the internet is, after all, published content and bullying is not merely slander, but libel. and free speech is not consequence nor legally unaccountable. it comes with responsibility to share the public square.
the agoraphobic philosopher / the raw recover specialist