The distant bells are ringing,
In a small town in my soul
Dream up, dream up... Strange it is that today I find that I wish that my PDA was still operational, but not because that it had more functions than my Palmtop PC. I find myself longing for colours to gaze upon, bright and joyous colours of the rainbow, and not the gray-scale hues of this ancient piece of technology that was only made operational due to the fact that my PDA was no longer. Interesting it is that something as simple as colour brought so much joy to my bleak hours of typing. One day I will purchase another PDA and again enjoy all the colours that my senses can perceive, but for the time being I must be satisfied with the various shades of gray that I see before me at this moment...
It is just interesting to think that something as insignificant as colour would be missed of all the things that my technological devices possess. And stranger still is the fact that my first computer had a monochrome monitor and I spent so much time using it, so very much time, so very long ago. My devices and I have come so very far from where we began this journey though for the sake of portability I have taken a step back along this path. Though I wonder if I had an unlimited stream of capital, would I have taken this step back in time? Would I be missing the colours of life at this very moment or would I be enjoying millions of shades of every colour that can be seen with the unaided eye? These things I wonder about as I sit here reflecting upon the technology that has brought me to this point in my life...
And I also wonder how my life would be different if I had never discovered that my comprehension of technology is adequate enough to allow me to take devices that must would have cast aside long ago and turn them into functioning pieces of equipment that I can use for my own benefit. How would I be different if I still used and pen and paper to visually express my vision of my world? I wonder...
And so I shall wonder about the impact of technology upon my life and all the while miss the fact that I do not have colour at this time, and yet I shall have much joy in the fact that more will read this than if I had written with pen and paper. So much is in my brain and this is a very good thing that I shall rejoice in...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
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