I lay awake most of the night listening to it rain. How strange that must have been for the first cavemen, seeing it rain and feeling it. They had no idea why water was falling from the sky or if it would ever stop.
I’m kind of that way with technology. I have no idea where it is headed, when it will stop or what the outcome will be. There is still a cloud involved but fortunately so far there is no lightning or thunder.
There is always an impact or result of something taking place. With rain there are many. Flowers grow, lawns turn green, car paint jobs get water spots, tires lose traction and people fail to adjust their driving. With technology some products become obsolete that were only moments ago new. People fail to grasp the new and so get left behind, eventually feeling lost and left out.
I can’t really lay in bed and hear technology grow. It is a silent wave that washes over society, leaving in its wake, fragments, bits and pieces of what once was new. Not unlike an ocean wave scattering broken shells along the sand. “Here’s an old pager, complete with a belt clip. Here is an outdated laptop and over there an old cell phone, and look – a bunch of chargers that no longer fit anything.”
There is an obvious
undertow that comes with the technology wave, like the sand being pulled from
under the feet of those who attempt to stand still. This post isn’t building to any revelation,
for even before it is done being written, something new is tumbling up on
shore. The harsh reality is the stench
left behind and the sound of the seagulls picking at the lifeless bits. The most we can hope for is that a new cloud
rolls in and a gentle rain cleans the air, if only for the moment.
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