I wanted to use a pic of Jennifer Lawrence, but didn’t know if I’d get sued. Since we’re living in an age where technology is the ‘second coming’ and the internet is our ‘messiah’, why don’t we take a moment to consider what the human race has gotten itself into. I can’t in all honesty tell you exactly what the internet is or where it comes from! This technology came on so fast we never had time to understand it. We possess the power to talk and share values with people across the world, while, in the same moment, an enigmatic figure can steal money from the coffers of world governments. Pedophiles can peddle their creepiness, human traffickers and various pederasts. Terrorists can recruit and hackers can steal sensitive information, while I can hardly figure out how to post a single picture of my dick.
First off, have you ever gone ghost? Ghosting is when you find somebody online, talk for a while and then disappear. No explanation, you just stop talking. The other person is given nothing. The internet has created a safe space for people to engage and disengage once we’ve gotten what we wanted. It’s reached a point where we no longer need to be considerate, because we’re not interacting with others, we’re talking to a screen. We don’t need to care about others, their feelings or thoughts. We have the power to fade away, a super power for which we cannot consider the consequences. Whose to say there are any, when we’re all ghosts? This entire world of the internet is illusory. It can fade like it’s nothing. A website can shut down and plug back on. A person can disappear and make a new name, a new face for himself, a new profile and personal signature. For as much as it changes, things stay the same. The internet and all its formalities leaves nothing to be desired for human contact. After all, it’s a world haunted by people who are nothing more than ghosts.
Therefore, it seems obvious that the idea of human interaction has changed, somehow evolving with the technology. We no longer need to make a connection, when it can be severed without warning. In the real world, you need to at least argue or decide you hate them and avoid them like the plague. With the power of ‘Ghosting’, this necessity in disengaging human connections has become unnecessary. The interaction is only personal to us; it belongs to us and no one else.
Secondly, another power that we possess is the ability to assume any form that we want. This is akin to ‘ghosting’, but where we create a persona separate from the form we take in life, which exists only on the web. We can say we’re that person, just by posting a picture of that person and acting as if this is a real interaction waiting to happen. It’s as easy as copying and pasting from any blog or site with a person eager to become a model or whatever might be the case. A person can easily say they’re a beautiful girl, steal a girl’s pictures and post them, claiming to be that person and form connections. She can talk and flirt and create connections. If she’s never found out; if she maintains these illusions nobody cares. As long as the person behind the persona maintains the illusion, why would anyone care? People assume they’re talking to a beautiful girl or a princess from Zamunda, so ‘she’ continues to post personal photos that don’t belong to her, for the world to enjoy. We’re forced to trust what we’re being told, believing that sweet innocent ‘Bethany’ is really just trying to pay her way through medical school and not some creep taking things that don’t belong to him. Be honest with yourself… which would you rather believe?
Whatever the reason, a personal bond is formed out of lies and, usually with the deception, a person’s personal property is stolen. This is the level that human interaction has reached, where both parties are interested in getting what they want and not forming a bond. The men get to see a beautiful girl and the person posting gets whatever he wants out of it. The girl, to the contrary, gets nothing. Her property is taken from her, in some cases very personal photos. If she never figures it out, then those photos are just there; this person exists with her image and nobody is the wiser. It should create a duality that tears the universe apart, but the illusion balances out, as long as nobody finds out.
Personal information, in this age, is never safe. The internet age seems to leave us open to invisible enemies, like in antiquity, when civilization experienced its birthing pains, and was forced to deal with the incessant threat of marauders.
Another issue that everyone seems c0ntent to ignore is the ancient wisdom of photos stealing people’s souls. It speaks to a deeper wisdom: do we ever consider what a person can see in our eyes? We’ve reached an age where you can have video and pictures uploaded for the world to see in moments, yet we never consider the consequences. Without editing, without refining what we see, the image is this muck of clay waiting for the world to mold it, to see what it’s made of and distort it however we see fit. What incredible power! You can go on a million sites and see pictures of girls in their underwear… not that I’ve done that. You can see them much worse, doing things that most would never consider. Then, there’s what’s in their eyes. Most of us can’t even make eye-contact, yet we can watch these girls do these things without blinking. Does anyone ever consider the consequences of watching, while this girl does whatever it is she does? Again, what incredible power!
There’s always something in their eyes. It’s a horrible gift, for which I possess, but I can count all the years of a person’s suffering if I stare long enough. If you look into a person’s eyes you can tell their story better than if they told you, because most people can’t be honest with themselves, let alone a friend or complete stranger. Take a look at the pic of the girl with her tits out, nipples rigid, every inch of her shaved, toned to perfection. Look into her eyes. Why would you want to when you’ve already gotten what you wanted? We’re missing something and it’s right in front of our faces. The age old parasitic beast, the dread monster of lore, an internal struggle in every creature to be happy under the duress of eternal sorrow.
When I see a picture of a person, the first thing I do is look at their eyes. When I’m alone, when I want intimacy, I find that picture and try to see the same old suffering I’ve known for years. I try to relate, I try to feel something so personal, so we can share in our struggle and become as one. So intimate, so pure and true. So dark and insidious and grating; something that can tear us to pieces.
Images are sacred. We’ve surpassed a point where we need to relate to people in traveling to France to go to a museum, to experience anything but our couches, to touch the smooth grace of movement made by a paintbrush centuries ago and know what struggle an artist went through. We just see. Interpret. Move along. Ghost is the nature.
No, I don’t know where I inherited this gift… if you think it’s as such. Some say it’s a curse… but, with great power comes great responsibility. I think Jesus said that. I’m here to help the world with my gift. So, please… send me any image of yourself and I will decode your innermost desires. No dudes… that would be terrible.