Yesterday’s
entry needs more context, or perhaps just more space here for me to complain.
We are slowly reaching the end of the one season where people can comfortably
be outside at leisure experiencing the wonder of all things in all sensations.
June, July and August provide variety in excess to ourselves, and we can enact
with the natural world in so many ways as our own investment.
Yet
more often I witness people engaging not with the reality that these days
afford but in every sense virtually or artificially. They move about with
smartphones in hand, less a part of their surroundings and rather in some
distraction, likely trivial, and certainly artificial.
Why
bother going to see the cattails, when they can be instantly accessed via a
device? Why learn the catbird’s cry, or witness the metamorphosis of a
hornbeam? The stars can be seen at any time and at a finger’s touch, so what is
the point of a nightly display?
I
swear, in this age of wonder, when information can be accessed at a moment’s
notice, when we can have satellites pinpoint our every step, when we have
increasing difficulty in simply being alone, we have become impoverished.
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