It seems to me this happiness – which is also an admirable (self-)knowledge instrument – has been long forgotten. And it has been forgotten, I think, especially because the digital people, a.k.a. “aware people”, don’t know how to treasure their fellow man, and not so much the fellow man, but the fellow man nearest to them. They don’t respect them so much that they even regulate how someone should think and act in order to spend time with them.
Never has it been in human history more available communication than in this century. That’s why there have never been so many forms of instant intuitive communication: Yahoo Messenger and other instant messaging services, Skype, videoconferences, Twitter, blogging, Facebook, youtube, cell phones, social networks – which try to fill this communication availability, to integrate it into a pseudo-activity. In other words, to transform this invested communication into spent communication, “fun” communication – not-minded forgetfulness – in all manifestations of the digital modern life.
That’s how I explain to myself the incomprehensibility of our streams towards some simple truths; truths which cannot be foreseen or transcended by anyone, but only by those few who know how to truly use communication, but also know how to live it, to dissipate communication.
But make no mistake. There are uncountable ways of dissipating communication in a futile, stupid, or automatic manner. That is not truthfully communication dissipation, it is communication wasting. Intellectual laziness. Eternal vagabondage. It is that kind of “availability” determined by the lack of capacity to act. All these lead to that vane communication wasting of the digital people.
The individual does not actually live this useless communication wasting. (S)he indulges in lazy fun or bore communication-spending means. Think of the life that most of our fellow men live. When do they, truly, dissipate communication?
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