Media. Before we know it, we'll be set to log in by the open of an eye. So few of us are offline. How much of our lives are lived on the outside? We parent, work, socialise, shop and network We even job hunt via the Internet. Digital footprints shall haunt us forever.
I wonder, at the Rimbaud, the Picasso, & of course, the Shakespeare, I wonder at the 'profile'; of their 'presence'. Would they be the figures they are, if the labyrinth of technology had been the reigning complexity within their time. Would the intricacy of applied science; activated & correlated have caused consternation between the Vernes & Wildes. Would we have seen Woolfe, brazen in her collection of movements of defining & defending equal political social & economic rights for women, pioneer a way of thinking? Or how 'bout Marx; the philosopher, historian & social scientist, was surely the most influential socialist thinker to emerge from the 19th century.
My point, is would these, those of whom became great, have stood from the crowd? Or would their works have been mispent amongst the gross masses humming along the wires.
I, myself, am an irrefutable enjoyer of the Net, but I am led to wonder at how little we really achieve in the face of hours spent ensuring we have the exact amount of online presence during our quest for success. There's something to be said for logging off. Something to be said for the handwritten word. I fear for the lost art of stranger-to-stranger conversing; we're so afraid of eye-contact & it's often violent repercussions that we prefer to stride out in solo ignorance, encased firmly behind our protective Suit of Armour: the iPod.Whilst living behind your avatar, don't forget the simplicity of life. It's still there. It's still ours.
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