I have gone on best and truest when I look around, and I see that beside me, walk all men, all women, all beings. Stretching out into infinity. Lined up into eternity. All wandering through the same desert, the same midnight, under the same stars. Unravelling a broken thread of steps, each one finding their own road home. Stumbling, falling, rising, weeping, grieving, loving.
…u don’t use Facebook for a few days — but your loneliness, mistrust, and general happiness doesn’t. In the same way, democracy, once corroded, doesn’t magically fix itself — it stays broken, until the hard work of cleaning it up is done. So Facebook resembles something like a gigantic, globe-spanning oil spill — one made of toxic bits leaching into the groundwater of society, and the waters of your mind.
Relationships — real ones — are made of the difficult work of closeness, intimacy, and care. Of shared experiences. Common understandings. Joint epiphanies. Ways to begin reveal parts of ourselves that we are uncomfortable sharing. The conscience of an organization. Understanding the human impact an institution really has, by reaching out, letting go, and taking in. Aren’t these the same thing, in the end? Consciences allow us to form and forge and strengthen relationships. Without them, we cannot relate at all, can we?