…will go on and on and on until exhaustion – not of passion for improvement, but of want of focus – pronounces its death-nell upon the lost.
For the future of technological survival belongs to the wise, to the ones who know the balance between focus and serendipity, between searching and conversing, between nature and technology.
Do not become lost. The seduction is great, and few will journey into the treasury chests of their hopes.
William, through the persona of Macbeth, told us about this Age. He wasn’t talking about life. He was talking about the show of technology – of pen and ink and papper, shared between author and reader, actor and audience. He was talking about…social media.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
The Tower of Babble. It always falls, no matter the material with which we attempt to build it.
The Tale of Social Media signifies nothing.
Your life, however, signifies everything.
What I’m saying is: Don’t be a Social Media Idiot.