Change.

Day 20. A poem.

On stone were the first thoughts engraved

Then on leaves and lambskin

Afterward came paper, smooth and white

Now it’s the text editor.

Chisel and clay gave way to

Stylus and pigment; then

Pen and ink, now the pen is not mightier

Than the keyboard.

Thoughts of great men and women

Were treasured in books.

Now anybody’s thoughts can be stored for

Eternity — in the web of global consciousness.