Embracing the Blue Bird of Happiness
I SWORE I was off social media. For good. And I was. Facebook anyway. And for good reason: based on compelling evidence, I became convinced its President for Life, Mark Zuckerberg, is a well-mannered sociopath. Entrusting him with a permanent record of my personal activities, thoughts and feelings was not going to turn out well for me. Or anybody.
But I digress. In my haste to disentangle myself from the tentacles of his vast digital octopus, I overstated my position and have come to realize as I enter the global climate crisis conversation, much of it IS happening on social media whether I like it or not: Twitter to be precise. So I have succumbed, and with a large sprinkling of powdered sugar, am eating a few of my more savory words. Turns out email, text messages and blogging—to say nothing of meeting face to face over coffee—just aren’t enough anymore. Our situation is too dire and our time too short.
Now on Twitter: @BodhiBillMiller
If YOU Twitter and care to find me, I now have a handle: @BodhiBillMiller. And if you don’t Tweet, I’m okay with that too. I don’t think any of this voluntary digital entrapment is going to end well, but that’s the world we live in. Jefferson inspired a birth of freedom, equality and liberty around the world. And owned slaves, securely entrapped in perpetuity by systemic, barbaric cruelty. We all just do our best in the times we live in.
In these times, we need to do whatever we can to save our global ecosystem from an immanent, catastrophic collapse. To do so, we will have to forego some comforts, comforts Jefferson was unwilling to forego in his times. Will we? Who knows?
Meanwhile, you can find me on Twitter, out on a limb, learning to Tweet—if you’re into that sort of thing.
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