Jump!

2024.07.20

Good morning that wonderful way.

Abe settling down, the sun just started coming up.

A good place to be.

Just after dreams, the kind sleep brings and the place where the Sun just started pouring its rain of light into every predefined shape.

I've been away from it, the world I mean, the day-to-day affairs of people.

Like monks that impose silence on themselves, I went into the woods of downtown America, a small city as cities go, alone in the noise.

For years, over four years, a conversation here and there, an attempted working friendship with a few, but the silence called again and again.

They say the monks go to the woods to be alone with God, to work somethings out, to get closer by getting away.

It's more of a pregame, I think, an orchestral tune up of the senses.

It worked.

I worked.

So, I work.

Big words, such big words, I sent out.

I don't know that the world was ready for them.

I sent them out again yesterday.

They're easier to read, better visuals, better pictures alongside them.

Easier on scroll down eyes.

My words go better with young people, there's too much hope in them for the stuck in routine older folk.

The comfortable middle aged to the comfortable slightly bitter older crowd.

The 'what's happening to the world' people.
The 'what's the world coming to' people.

But each generation supersedes the last and every once and awhile a generation takes a huge leap forward.

The technology of the age allows for it, demands it, and they jump!

That's where we're at.

The Jump!

A whole generation with their whole histories in data banks online.

Memory becomes something different when it's all on hard drives and web servers.

I only remember certain moments of high school.

This generation has the whole thing recorded for reference.

Different.

A different world.

Wisdom can come sooner easier.

Friendships can last for ages, now.

This generation with an endless memory of endless memories can pass on their young life experience via chatlogs and picture galleries to their great grandkids.

'I remember when' statements, turn to 'this is what it was like' show and tells, and shared text files of old text message conversations with old friends.

What happened to great grandma's picture book for a family heirloom is now what happens to her Facebook account.

Words become the superpower they were always intended to be.

We can finally learn from our conversations by wrote and not word of mouth.

The old cultures passed down verbal stories around coffee shops and campfires and dinner tables.

Now Mom and Dad can send you a text file for your genealogy.
A record of deeds and a deed of record.

It's a whole evolutionary change.
A move forward.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"
Becomes: "Gather the chat histories of all parties involved."

Justice is easier weighed and distributed.

As we move from an oral to a textual race, our words will slow down to speed up progress.

Our language becomes more precise, and so more effective.

It also has a chance to better connect our inner lives.

Our imaginations take center stage, at last.

How we manipulate air steps aside for how we craft pixel light on shared screens.

We can take our time to say what we mean in our best words for that particular time of contact.

Like the Renaissance, or the Enlightenment, or the Classical Age of the Greeks, is where we find ourselves.

Best we become aware of it, so we make the most of it.

Words take center stage and become, finally, the most powerful of all our assets.

See you on the page, laptop, cellphone, or wherever you find the painted, now timeless, words called me.

S.J. Wynn
+he Ghos+