Gone are the days when I left the house and was completely unavailable to others, that is unless I physically turn off or silence my cell phone. And, now if I so choose, I can even be reached via e-mail, twitter, facebook, and who knows whatever other programs that follow me through my day. Freedom or confinement? Communication or entrapment?
It seems that the walls of the world are rapidly closing in, similar to those of Poe's pit.
People are running about in a fevered frenzy seeking to connect themselves, not with the connective filiment of Whitman's spider, but the cellular commincator. How might a Whitman poem read in today's society?
An impatient and often demanding tweet
I mark'd how, to explore the engorged surrounding,
It launched data, data, data out of itself;
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand, walk, or drive,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measurless oceans of information,
Ceaselessly musing, imposing, tossing, ---seeking attention
to FEEL connected.
This age of "communication" leaves very little time to ponder life's conundrums, much less soul search the connectiveness to the universe.
My advice: Unplug
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