Waiting
takes us to the edge of ourselves.
Not
from the centre, outward, coming to our end, beyond which we are not; but travelling in the other
direction, arriving at the border beyond which we are.
The
virtual reality of a post- digital revolution world is that we are all objects
in our own lives. We might not be celebrities photographed by the paparazzi,
our lives exposed in the press; but we cut out most of the middle-men and present
ourselves via social media. We look at ourselves there, and – however honest we
try to be in that presentation – see someone removed. We are in danger of losing touch with us.
This
is not a rant against social media. It
is a (small) celebration of the gift of waiting in an instant world.*
If
I truly believed this, what difference would it make to how I live? What core practices
might help earth my life?
*Which
is also a flat earth, albeit tilted up from the old flat earth.
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