DEFINITION FOR PERDITION (1 OF 1)
noun
a state of final spiritual ruin; loss of the soul; damnation.
the future state of the wicked.
hell (def. 1).
utter destruction or ruin.
Obsolete. loss
I read the latest fine mess and then thought about it for awhile. I suddenly questioned, “what did TC title this one?” Somehow, my eyes did not allow…
a state of final spiritual ruin; loss of the soul; damnation.
the future state of the wicked.
hell (def. 1).
utter destruction or ruin.
Obsolete. loss
I read the latest fine mess and then thought about it for awhile. I suddenly questioned, “what did TC title this one?” Somehow, my eyes did not allow the title at first. I scrolled back and saw which road this essay meandered on. Hmmm. I can remember thinking quite a ways back in the day now when college kids were just beginning to make a thing out of Facebook and challenging the users of My Space (more of a promoting music platform) to “come on over”. I didn’t exactly understand then why my grownup intuition thought that not a good move for young people. I didn’t exactly understand why I refused to get a FB page until a few years ago during a year writing a blog and then running a campaign for a school board seat. I get it now and have since deleted my account. One can feel the anonymous tendrils of scorn, ridicule, sarcasm, judgment, humor at someone’s expense…that emanate from anonymous contact. A surface connection without depth or remorse or sense of responsibility. Easier to hate when you do not have to use all your God given senses. And when it can be quick as a tap of a finger on a key. Love is messier and fuller and divinely complicated and delicious and fraught with experience and time. We are designed to live in love so that our soul is robust and glowing.
To revel in the algorithm of hate as easily as has been promoted by social media and then to use it as the playbook after four years of the former hysterically promoting it? That is loss of soul. Perdition coming soon to your locale.
No thanks. The alternative is just so much more…..well, wise. And I’ve never minded setting an example. I think that’s what it is going to take. All hands, eyes, ears, mouths, and noses on deck. C’mon over.
Beautifully stated Christine, I too have a FB page and if I look at it once a year it’s a lot, all of my friends from the film 🎥 business, friends that I worked with for 30 years use it to stay in touch with each other, my family does the same. I get 10-20 alerts every day, none of which I look 👀 at, has that diminished my life, I have no doubt, I miss all of the contact which you so eloquently wrote about, but I can be a hard man and enriching MZ is something I have been loath to do, even if it comes at a cost. I may change that stance, not to communicate like I do here and on Heather’s substack page, but to be able to share the work I’m doing which is some of the best of my life, my daughters both think 💭 I need to do that, they are helping me build a website to that end, and FB would help immeasurably despite my distaste, so as uncomfortable as it makes me it looks like I will be getting more involved with FB. I see it as dancing with the devil, as the song says “hang on loosely and don’t let go, if you cling too tightly you’ll loose control”, that’s how I remember it anyhow.
Understand. I had same feelings when my daughter and niece built my website and fb page for first my blog and then my website. I looked at it as , good, as long as I am using it and refusing to let an “it” use me.
Hope to see your new work. Isn’t TC something? Amaze Substack.
DEFINITION FOR PERDITION (1 OF 1)
noun
a state of final spiritual ruin; loss of the soul; damnation.
the future state of the wicked.
hell (def. 1).
utter destruction or ruin.
Obsolete. loss
I read the latest fine mess and then thought about it for awhile. I suddenly questioned, “what did TC title this one?” Somehow, my eyes did not allow the title at first. I scrolled back and saw which road this essay meandered on. Hmmm. I can remember thinking quite a ways back in the day now when college kids were just beginning to make a thing out of Facebook and challenging the users of My Space (more of a promoting music platform) to “come on over”. I didn’t exactly understand then why my grownup intuition thought that not a good move for young people. I didn’t exactly understand why I refused to get a FB page until a few years ago during a year writing a blog and then running a campaign for a school board seat. I get it now and have since deleted my account. One can feel the anonymous tendrils of scorn, ridicule, sarcasm, judgment, humor at someone’s expense…that emanate from anonymous contact. A surface connection without depth or remorse or sense of responsibility. Easier to hate when you do not have to use all your God given senses. And when it can be quick as a tap of a finger on a key. Love is messier and fuller and divinely complicated and delicious and fraught with experience and time. We are designed to live in love so that our soul is robust and glowing.
To revel in the algorithm of hate as easily as has been promoted by social media and then to use it as the playbook after four years of the former hysterically promoting it? That is loss of soul. Perdition coming soon to your locale.
No thanks. The alternative is just so much more…..well, wise. And I’ve never minded setting an example. I think that’s what it is going to take. All hands, eyes, ears, mouths, and noses on deck. C’mon over.
Love!
Beautifully stated Christine, I too have a FB page and if I look at it once a year it’s a lot, all of my friends from the film 🎥 business, friends that I worked with for 30 years use it to stay in touch with each other, my family does the same. I get 10-20 alerts every day, none of which I look 👀 at, has that diminished my life, I have no doubt, I miss all of the contact which you so eloquently wrote about, but I can be a hard man and enriching MZ is something I have been loath to do, even if it comes at a cost. I may change that stance, not to communicate like I do here and on Heather’s substack page, but to be able to share the work I’m doing which is some of the best of my life, my daughters both think 💭 I need to do that, they are helping me build a website to that end, and FB would help immeasurably despite my distaste, so as uncomfortable as it makes me it looks like I will be getting more involved with FB. I see it as dancing with the devil, as the song says “hang on loosely and don’t let go, if you cling too tightly you’ll loose control”, that’s how I remember it anyhow.
Understand. I had same feelings when my daughter and niece built my website and fb page for first my blog and then my website. I looked at it as , good, as long as I am using it and refusing to let an “it” use me.
Hope to see your new work. Isn’t TC something? Amaze Substack.
You;re such a flattering truth-teller, Christine. :-)