Pull up a chair and listen children to a story of a time when love was told from the other room and passion was spelled QWERTY. Romeo did not hold his ground below the balcony but from the bedroom of a dorm room states away and he swapped his party mask for the mask of withdrawn mystery. You can not argue with results when it works but at what cost. That is what we need to assess. What dangers lie ahead when one logs on to love and logs off of the reality of face to face? Can you transfer a file of the times when the tears come in your life or copy and paste the times when a picture so moves you that life altering choices are made? I guess then the danger is when one becomes acquainted with a shadow and claims love for the shadows master. Does that make sense or have I hit on a paradox because the words you read here are just a shadow of the original author.
I would think the passion invoked by words and images could never match the stumbling and sweaty palms of face to face conversation. “Dating made easy” you say, why that is as silly as approaching dating with a schematic that you picked up in the newest hot self-help novel at the bookstore. There is something magical and mysterious in the whole process that belies a mass-appeal model. So make it right and click onto the never ending things and drag and drop the comfort of anonymity and be amazed at the lessons you pick up along that gracious narrow path.

Tonight I was sharpened by a beautifully written screenplay. I guess the point that was driven home by the actors on screen was the inherent danger we all foster and flirt with when we hand over our cognition to others and engage in the insulation of our souls. I am not one who has to see something to believe it regardless of my state of origin. Empiricism though seems in order when faced with a media that tantalizes us with the brave and cordons us into demographics with the human interest that surveys dictate we need to hear. As the world draws closer with conduits and cables the emotion and engaged intellect of a time before is bloodied and then put down, maybe if the scene is thrilling enough the act can be broadcast out to others in a pyrrhic game of ring around the roses. I do not back revolution or even making a scene, I just ask each one of us to face that truth, on this planet, can only lie in our touching and seeing it. I stress on this planet because absolute truth lies within all men’s grasp if they so receive Gods grace. This sadly though is not just a problem with our world, Christians have gladly it seems have handed over their worldview to whatever financier spends the capital to beam their vision to them or whatever second rate business model is thrown their way. Trust of what we hear and see to such a degree that it deadens and numbs smells of intellectual atrophy and how does one even address it? We can not stand for this and we must seek out what and how we are to approach and engage this world in a way that places our feet on foreign shores, places our souls in threat to sin, and sets our minds to battle with a society that votes by remote control and thinks in thirty minute segments. There is a world out there, and it exists beyond the mediums that surround you.