We are slowly surrounding our lives with electrical “inputs” called Internet, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, TV, etc. As a result, many people have unwittingly entered a new land where there are no trees, chirping birds, sunsets, stickball, group singing, people praying, people playing, gardens growing or people knowing, each other, personally. They have entered a new culture where the only reality is behind an electrically powered screen. What they experience, of course, is not reality. They are experiencing senselessness in this new land where they cannot touch, smell, taste, see or hear the old world. They have forsaken their senses for a world of non-sense.
We know a person is dead when they cannot use their senses. It is deadly to choose to not use your senses. You become no-body, surrounded by senseless electrical friends.
There is, of course, a sanctuary where our senses can be alive. It is called the neighborhood.
We lead a touching life as we hold hands in greeting and grief. We embrace each other in joy and bereavement.
We enjoy the smell of the meat from the charcoal grill next door and renew ourselves each year when we smell the first flowers of spring.
We savor the tastes from our kitchen that assure us we are home and share the joy of our children as they eat their ice cream cones.
We see the tears in our neighbor’s eyes and the lovely creations of our children’s chalk drawings on the sidewalk.
We hear the sirens rushing towards suffering and listen to the laughter of young children in the park.
Here, in the neighborhood, we can we live a sensible life, free of the deadly culture of electrical non-sense.
~ John ~