Recently I took a short day trip into Amish country several counties away. I’m in Ohio USA. I was driving my old rough and trusty 55 year old Citroen DS and traveling the two-lane country roads. Suddenly I realized I left my iPhone at home. It was just me, an old car, some cash, and a tattered …
Recently I took a short day trip into Amish country several counties away. I’m in Ohio USA. I was driving my old rough and trusty 55 year old Citroen DS and traveling the two-lane country roads. Suddenly I realized I left my iPhone at home. It was just me, an old car, some cash, and a tattered road map in the glovebox. After a moment of panic upon this realization, a wave of calmness –and joy– washed over me. I savored the wind, the hum of the old motor, the sights and sounds of farm country. The one word that repeatedly came to mind to describe this long lost feeling: that I was “autonomous.”
I was a bit shocked at the revelation.
For that day I was not at the command of a corporate mediated technology suite.
The insidious corporate techno–intermediary cages the human spirit imo. Their panopticon will smother spontaneity and creativity thru the conscious and subconscious awareness that our every move is being tracked. Our thoughts are tracked as well. And it is becoming painfully clear that thoughts and actions are increasingly molded to reflect the globalist desires. No good can come of this
Haha, I can understand that! I’m not buying either. It’s been surreal watching people I know and love have their minds become occupied territory. I keep looking around for pods.
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Recently I took a short day trip into Amish country several counties away. I’m in Ohio USA. I was driving my old rough and trusty 55 year old Citroen DS and traveling the two-lane country roads. Suddenly I realized I left my iPhone at home. It was just me, an old car, some cash, and a tattered road map in the glovebox. After a moment of panic upon this realization, a wave of calmness –and joy– washed over me. I savored the wind, the hum of the old motor, the sights and sounds of farm country. The one word that repeatedly came to mind to describe this long lost feeling: that I was “autonomous.”
I was a bit shocked at the revelation.
For that day I was not at the command of a corporate mediated technology suite.
The insidious corporate techno–intermediary cages the human spirit imo. Their panopticon will smother spontaneity and creativity thru the conscious and subconscious awareness that our every move is being tracked. Our thoughts are tracked as well. And it is becoming painfully clear that thoughts and actions are increasingly molded to reflect the globalist desires. No good can come of this
What a cool looking car you own!
My thoughts and actions ain't being molded by anyone.
I have an EAT SHIT attitude and it's growing
Haha, I can understand that! I’m not buying either. It’s been surreal watching people I know and love have their minds become occupied territory. I keep looking around for pods.
Some are reachable and others are lost to me.
No are reachable to me.... I am probably short tempered.
I grew up with these folks?