I recently decided to disengage from the online world for a while. Not forever – my main business now revolves around the internet, and I'll likely want to use the virtual real estate I got my opportunist fingers on during the land grab, at some point in the future.
But I need a break. I need to not ping my abbreviated thoughts through automated channels where they will land silently in a synthetic world of cacophony. I need to not read another tweet for a while. I need to not look at another silent call for attention on facebook, not a stranger's, nor a friend's, nor my own.
I need to not look at my computer unless the act of doing so is making me money, or is creating something which is productive in my own evolution and may be beneficial to that of the entire human species.
Although I tend to see 'humanity' as less of a species and more of a 'family' or 'genus'. The different species of human could be differentiated between those who think, and those who don't. For starters.
While I love technology and the possibilities that it provides, I am looking forward to the day when I will turn it all off and step outside.
Not for a few hours, not for a day. For months.
Or until such a time as I choose to use the tool for something positive.
I think, after years of living with one foot in the virtual boat and one foot in the tangible, that while the two can coexist harmoniously and synergistically, it is still quite Terminator-esque.
Virtual living is not really living.
I embrace the evolution of humankind, but I will fight the Singularity.
Who controls whom.