Ten years.
A veritable lifetime in the span of social media.
But Twitter today is a far cry from Twitter yore.
Long gone the dreams of dreamers in Neverland.
Now -
Social media - transformed from the limitlessness of good - to a playground of deceivers.
Long gone the dreams of dreamers in Neverland.
Now -
Social media - transformed from the limitlessness of good - to a playground of deceivers.
Without further ado:
Learning How to Breathe, with accompanying expositions...
Learning How to Breathe
Tweet (I):
My heart beats like a tom tom drum playing reveille in a reverie.
Exposition:
'Day and Night' from 'The Gay Divorcee' (1934) (more @ IMDb, more @ Wiki)
Tweet (II):
ABWO: What Do You Do With An Idea? (2014) ISBN: 9781938298073
Exposition:
ABWO = A Book Worth Owning
Tweet (III):
Fie, Foe, Fum, Fee, I spy Jack Dorsey: Today
Exposition:
'Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum' from 'Jack and the Beanstalk' (more @ wiki)
'I Spy' (more @ wiki)
Tweet (IV):
When everyone has a voice and a seat at the table, we can accomplish great things. Wondrous things. Like peace writ large... (more: TCA)
Exposition:
... and a tomorrow to treasure (more: On Peace and Taking a Stand for Tomorrow @ The Chip Aisle (Index)).
We are all on the same side.
We are all on #TeamPeace.
For:
#TeamPeace stands for everyone has a voice...
#TeamPeace stands for a seat at the table...
#TeamPeace stands for peace writ large...
#TeamPeace stands for a tomorrow to treasure...
for all kind.
Tweet (V):
The war not fought - is the war we win.
Exposition:
The war to end all wars - is the war not fought.
The war to end all wars - is the war worth winning.
Fin
Note (I)
Needless to say, no one social media platform has withstood the siren call of biggering to remain a paragon of limitless good. All social media platforms are playgrounds of deceivers.
Thus:
This post is not a discrete rebuke of Twitter, itself - nor of Jack Dorsey, himself - for Twitter is but one social media platform that exists within the entire milieu of social media, including Facebook, Instagram (owned by Facebook), Pinterest, Blogger (owned by Google), etc.
Indeed:
Of all social media platforms - Twitter is near and dear to my heart - for the hopes and dreams that inspired it - that still live on...
in the dreams of dreamers...
in the limitlessness of good...
in you, in me, in every one, in every all.
Note (II)
On media - (including social media) - and the siren call of biggering: For Sale: Reality and Truth
Note (III)
Please bear in mind that all the dots are not connected for every connection illuminated by every tweet exposited above.
In the end, each tweet stands on its own...
for the merit of each tweet...
rests wholly within the miracle and the infinitude and the wonder of wonders of all kind.
Note (IV)
On bluebirds: 'Zip a Dee Doo Dah' (more @ Wiki)
On tweets: 'Rockin' Robin' (more @ Wiki)
Note (V)
Upon the New Alter of Worship... there are no dreams of dreamers... no limitlessness of good...
Only...
Money. Sex. Drugs.
Power. Wealth. Influence.Fame. Status. Largesse.
Avarice. Aggrandizement. Conceit.
Logic. Reason. Sense.
Science. Technology. Facts.
Evidence. Memory. Data.
Statistics. Mathematics. Physics.
etc.
Therefore.
Now.
More than ever.
Is needed Learning How to Breathe...
Tweet Tweet How I wish that the Tweets were more than 140 characters as this post was what Twitter was made for. You don't shy away from speaking the truth do you? #DoNotEverChange.
ReplyDeleteIf wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
DeleteIf beggars rode horses they wouldn't need to wish.
DeleteIf horses rode beggars they would wish for a better ride.
DeleteIf horses had my horsepower then they would not want to be horses anymore.
Delete140 hp is kind of small; wouldn't everyone like 255 or even 512?
DeleteI would rather breathe the air of truth that you exhale than continue to breathe the air of deception that is all around us. I hope one day that your words find the light of day so that the world can enjoy them and begin to awaken to a place that is more than just a resort to the few. When that day comes, look for me in the Square so that we can have tea and biscuits, tell stories to each other, and enjoy the company of all of our loved ones.
ReplyDeleteAnd on this day, I awoke to find that my idea was everywhere... One small idea from one small woman with the biggest of minds and imagination for good.... can change the world... Wasn't that what Twitter, Google, and others founded on? Keep changing the world, even if it is one mind at a time. -KW
ReplyDeleteI have followed your blog for a long time. You have a way with words that almost seems out of this world at times. Please keep spreading your thoughts of peace as even if it reaches just one person at a time, it will ultimately start a larger movement that our children, all of our children, will benefit from.
ReplyDeleteThis post is just another example of SNAFU. You don't invite people to the table when all they want to do is destroy you and others in the name of their false prophet.
ReplyDeleteYour reply deserves a GFY. How else are you going to find piece unless you invite all kind to the table. Otherwise you just perpetuate the cycle of violence.
DeleteBy the way I mean peace not piece. Ipad and passionate typing equal typos. ;)
DeleteThat is not all that it equals. #StopThePolarCapsFromMelting
DeleteYour Reply (Anonymous) deserves a GFY Award. You can't have peace without inclusion otherwise the cycle of violence just perpetuates itself.
DeleteDid you even make it past the third grade?
I watched, "The Passion," and then re-read your blog. How many centuries has the message of peace that you are promoting been said before by so many great people? How many times does it fall on deaf ears or get sent to people who can't logically connect the dots of even the most simple puzzle? It makes me sad that so many have tried and so many more will try to bring the world together in peace. Keep up the good work though; many of us here are rooting for you as the ultimate prize is worth it. And peace always starts small before it takes a life of its own and becomes unstoppable.
ReplyDeleteI love how you tie your Pen and Sword, River Styx, and the Five back to this article. You remind me of someone that I used to know that was always trying to get me to see the, "truth."
ReplyDeletePS I like the way you jumbled up the words of Jack and the Beanstalk. Also, I wonder if our version of Jack feels like he cut himself off from heaven when he chopped down the beanstalk.
I went to Barnes and Noble today and leafed through the book above. I then bought it, took it home, and read it to my grandchild. She loved it! I loved it even more though as it reminded me of a younger man that used to tell me and others to find again our childish contempt for the impossible. In the end, I found the ideas that I had pushed away when I became a man and thought that they were too weird or laughable to even give a moment too. I look forward to the day that the world will hear them; and my granddaughter has promised to help me to get them out there. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteAll is not what it seems in the social media world.
ReplyDeleteThank you for having the courage to say it.
This post reminds me of my favorite movie... And a quote at the end...
ReplyDeleteIn many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the *new*. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary blog from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the post and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about blogging is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for the motto, "Anyone can write." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what it meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist *can* come from *anywhere*. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius writing here, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest blogger in our universe. I will be returning here, hungry for more.
Of course I lifted most of this from Ratatouille which I am sure that you are more than familiar with.
Are you allowed to quote your own works? Just curious, I thought that was frowned on. LOL.
ReplyDeleteNo one that has seen or been in war wants war. Thank you for speaking the truth. Wars are terrible and not to be glorified.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever thought of writing a book or two or three?
ReplyDeleteOn this easter, I hope that we can find a way to coexist with each other.
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