We are in love with the God of the lens. A God we created, and continue to create, in our own image. That God is as infinite as we are because we made it in the image and likeness of ourselves.
To put it another way, we have become Narcissus, and fallen in love with our own reflection in the lens of technology. The camera lens, to be more specific, which sees all and records all, was once something that people initially shied away from whenever they saw it. Today, however, half of us will reflexively undress as soon as we notice its presence. We adore it in the hope that "it" (meaning all those who see us through it once our video goes viral on the internet) will adore us back.
To the masses, we video blog our thoughts to its ever eager ears and eyes, as if we were praying to the mind of God himself. And in a way, we are. It quite literally flashes our life before our eyes, but not simply at our moment of death, but rather, at our moment of birth, and for every moment in between. It loves us and hates us, it spies on us and protects us, it turns David into Goliaths and Goldsmiths into a God, and vice versa. It knows all and sees all, takes people to heaven and sends them to hell, connects us and divides us, and forever reveals the worst of us and the best of us and everything in between.
J. Robert Oppenheimer was right, due to our technology,' we are become death, destroyer of worlds.' But we are also become Gods, maker of minds.
To put it another way, we have become Narcissus, and fallen in love with our own reflection in the lens of technology. The camera lens, to be more specific, which sees all and records all, was once something that people initially shied away from whenever they saw it. Today, however, half of us will reflexively undress as soon as we notice its presence. We adore it in the hope that "it" (meaning all those who see us through it once our video goes viral on the internet) will adore us back.
To the masses, we video blog our thoughts to its ever eager ears and eyes, as if we were praying to the mind of God himself. And in a way, we are. It quite literally flashes our life before our eyes, but not simply at our moment of death, but rather, at our moment of birth, and for every moment in between. It loves us and hates us, it spies on us and protects us, it turns David into Goliaths and Goldsmiths into a God, and vice versa. It knows all and sees all, takes people to heaven and sends them to hell, connects us and divides us, and forever reveals the worst of us and the best of us and everything in between.
J. Robert Oppenheimer was right, due to our technology,' we are become death, destroyer of worlds.' But we are also become Gods, maker of minds.
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