Surfing the internet is great, but its like watching daytime soaps. There really is no content to anything there. You know it will never end, there will always be something new, yet so very little of it is anygood. Yet even inspite of all of this, in spite of knowing there are at least a hundred million other better, more productive things you could or should be doing, yet we watch on. Watching ever on our brain's writhing and melting all the while. Even several hours into the crap with our brains oozing out onto the floor. Even with intelligence insulted, our pocketbooks demanded, held ransom by the world or marketing; even while being numbed to content especially drugs, crassness, violence, sex and any other vice you want we watch on. Hopping, yearing, even longing for something, anything good to come on so we can watch just a little longer. Just frequently enough to keep us glued good things do come, but why must soooo much of the internet and television be wrought with CRAP!?
Quality. It has been posted and written of here:
Even in the face of multimillion dollar (Not even surprised if soon to be multi billion dollar) movies with all of their high tech special effects and high paid actors, books are still better. Books allow you to use your own imagination to create the world of your choosing. Books will tell you things a movie never can. A book is a higher form of quality even than a movie in that books usually take longer to produce, they are more intimately tied with their creators. Books exude a quality that will not be matched until neurally tied viertual reality can be invented. When we have invented the machines necessary to make the world of our imaginations come to life, to combine the visual appeal of a movie with the intellectual draw of a book. That is power. (A power that would make a good science fiction, but that is for later.)
Ah, but here I have strayed. Is mine a work of quality, maybe. But with little or no editing and post post reading probably not as much as it could be. Drivel, maybe to someone. But it is my drivel, and that is probably the excuse that is shared around the world. So enjoy your drivel. May you all break free of your phrenic export bans, and may you never take the easy way out. Strive for quality, seek creativity, and go with the words of Longfellow from his Psalm of Life:
Seek Quality and go with luck.