This time, our time is literally virtual. What will remain of us for posterity? Our world and our lives are minutely described, analyzed, stored in millions of tiny electronic boxes, readable only for us and our time and that are increasingly obsolete in a hurry. Within a few years our only lasting record of existence in the garbage may be stacked that refuses to go away or maybe in a couple of self-improvement books, unfortunately just as impossible to break.
Men usually keep only memory that affects them and are passionate about, forgetting the other situations, and modernity strives for failing to passion. Eliminate the spontaneous and essentially becomes the most efficient way of organizing and labeling everything, and we must accept that our world how important is efficiency.
do not know if this is the first time in history this has happened. Perhaps there were other companies in the past also virtual which we can not know anything, ever. It clear that I do not say that we are worthy to remember and our memory loss is no more a blessing than a curse for future generations, but there's always hope that what has been achieved today will be remembered by other people and other times, not been so wrong.
witnessing it, the fire of our own Library of Alexandria, our burning of books of Emperor Shi Huang Di, induced, desired and achieved by ourselves. This same complaint there just lost in a sea impossible to play that, unlike other intangible ocean, devoid of any faith. Our virtual world, perfectly sterile and orderly, it tends to evaporate on the same fickleness that alcohol and we rejoice drunken unconsciousness.
lasts for what I should do, or what I can.
