We live in an age where bounderies are disappearing, and the body is becomming as free as the spirit that can imagine it. We can brethe under water, live in outer space, Women can wear pants and work, Black people can vote, there are fewer limits every day, most are self-implied, anyway, the internet is tearing down limits of knowledge, we can know whatever we want in a few clicks, and we know that we aren't ever alone, someone is thinking the same way some where out there and made a website so that we could learn from their learning. It is beautiful really. But, I'm not stupid. I know that every blessing has a consequence or sacrifice.
The internet helps so many people connect, especially geneologywise. Plus, everything is made so much more instant and easy (Where is that Easy button? don't let the kids play with it). But, that means that preditors have freedom too. Pornography on the internet is much more common because of that ease. And people are less courteous, or considerate because of the reliance on the internet, it becomes easier to see how people like Frank Herbert and Issac Asimov could forsee a day when man became apethetic and reliant on technology. I can't do calculus without a computer, nor do I have a desire to learn to spell correctly. It is sad but true. Even the Media has used its great powers which offered alot of Good, too. but Global Warming? and being "Green" Comeon, how is that different than WWII propaganda? The difference in good is that it is true.
I was thinking about how I am my own worst enemy, as is comonly true, I'm not great or unusual person. A good freind of mine inadvertantly pointed that out. Lauren was talking about herself, but I paid attention when she said that she thought that she was a gift and unique. She was discouraged to see that there were so many others like her. At first I was upset to learn that I wasn't so unique, but now that idea comforts me and makes everything easier, to know that others have done it all before and succeeded. Just yesterday, infact, I got a letter that really piqued my interest it said that the writter had suffered as I have. That really grabbed my attention and it makes me desire to know more.
That reminds me of the first time I read Jane Eyre. I remember very keenly. I was in Ripley, Mississippi. I was 17 yrs old, just finished reading The Shining by Stephen King. I was in my closet reading late at night and dad finally came in and told me to go to bed, but I didn't want to. It as riveting. I just had to know what she did next. No other book stirred me like that one. I alligned myself with the heroine and felt compelled to know her story. Sure it was fiction, but I still looked for my Mr. Rochester for years. I got so mad at Anne of Avonlea for not marrying Mr. Harris! but not as angry that Jane left Mr. Rochester, now it makes sense, but at the time it upset me. i only knew that it must be the right thing or she wouldn't do it, but i so wanted her to choose love over what was right. Like I said, now I get it. I really didn't like the book, "Wide sargasso Sea" but it did give me a better perspectice as did the poem Auroua Leigh.
Now I understand the Metaphor of a bird in a cage, but those women could be free in a day like today. I know that I was lucky to have been born now when I can be free to do as I believe. It is truly an honor worth stating and fighting for.
Speaking of which. I have alot to thank in honoring all those who lived and suffered or even died that I might taste this life, I hav no point or time to feel pitty.
Thankyou for Freedom of every kind!
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