Campfires are going to burn in your mind. Your own wet-wired instant communication, harmonization, and synchronization with everyone. It's because of you.
Yes, while I was eating an apple and staring at you staring at nothing. iYes, you chattering away while walking across the street on your little cellphone oblivious to traffic, sunlight, other beings, much less yourself. Ever heard of Ypres? Probably not. That's another generation's campfire story and forge, finally flickering out.
iYpres, you'll understand someday after the synaptic wet-wired links go dark and left alone, incommunicado, in the state of birth and death and the meaning of silence comes ringing out clear. The virtual campfire flat-lined, zeros and ones left in an indeterminate state of nothingness.
Rosetta stones, campfires, cellphones, not so different. Its where I find myself again.
Kyrie Eleison
The one spot. Locus Primus.
Except you almost got run over in the crosswalk. So that's why I'm certain the Amish are going to rule against cellphone usage in the end. The problem with Rosetta stones, campfiles, and cellphones is it's not you. That's why, and why the Amish segway doesn't make sense.
2u.
Can't stay in orbit and watch at distance. That's at least what I've learnt over the years from my friends the Pennsylvania woodchucks.
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