“It’s not the size that counts.” A statement the bears repeating only because most refuse to believe it. Big used to be in until small became chic. Then we turn around and we want something that barely fits in our hand, something we can’t take our eyes off of. That thing we always want near us, even if it hurts to slip it in. We used to play with other things but now we spend our time just sliding our fingers all over it.
Remember when people didn’t have cell phones? Remember when people used to talk to each other in a bar? Nowadays almost everybody has a smart phone to connect them to the world. It has given us both the opportunity and excuse to say not a word to the person next to us in favor of typing to a person a world away. The world used to be so big, now it is so small. We used to be so close, now we are far apart.
Perhaps it is just change but if feels like a mutation. People used to come together in masses to talk about ideas and share things like art and music. Many miles were traveled and reveled just to see or hear the latest thing. The works of Shakespeare had to be carried from land to land in order to be spread. On this digital edge we walk, we commune in an electronic hall and only our posts and keystrokes are seen or heard. We barely lift a finger and everything is there. What used to take great effort takes barely any at all and we don’t even recognize it.
The world we may never see comes to us everyday. Even more than we can process is placed before us. Halfway around the world there is a war. There always is but we never used to know about it. If we want to know what is happening and all the rhetoric around it we need only reach into our pockets and it is there. We are no closer to it but it is right there with us. We enjoy the luxury that those actually there do not have, we can put it back in our pockets and it is gone if not forgotten.
Much of the world passes us without notice. Imagine a young woman in a car sitting at a red light with her head down. Her attention not to anything around her but rather to the thousands of pixels in her hands. She may know what her friends are doing and where they are going but nothing of what she could see if only to raise her head. Above the red light is the afternoon sky of autumn with a brisk wind pushing the rolling clouds by. The trees sway above the rooftops as they fight to and fro with the wind. The sky alternates from grey to blue just as the light turns from red to green.
These few inches in our hands have given us much but have also taken from us. The world is our oyster and we have chosen to take a picture of it rather than savor it.
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