I woke up this morning with a double mind-set about reposting a very judgmental wall post. One that would cause an enormous stir among fellow face-bookers, and atheists vs. Christians. I wanted to repost because it would create a debate, which I thought could enlighten many. …enlighten….
How can one be “enlightened”, when most people will retort in anger to such a post/tweet/blog? When we realize that no one tries seeing matters from the side of someone else’s mountain? When the only aim is to prove their own point, instead of gaining knowledge from someone else’s? Facebook and various other platforms have become a cheap form of entertainment for attention seekers…and before you judge these “retorters”- when was the last time you tried to walk over to your opponents side, and see the world from their side?
It happens over and over.
First: the offensive statement, the easily misunderstood opinion, the flattened phrase.
A victim is created and shouts. They claim space, a part of the territory. Here I am. They say. Look, I’m bleeding. You hit me. You meant to hit me. In cyberspace, within the pixels, there is blood.
Someone says the rules. One rule is this: they are always right. I do not know who made these rules, but someone says it, so it must be so. The sensitive and righteous tweet support and tell their own stories. They demand an apology. Twitter has spoken. They determine what will be a satisfactory penance. There are other rules, and there are hashtags.
In 140 characters we will sort through all the mixed motivations of human desire. We will make it clear; we will judge, and correct, and make right with our succinct and brief…
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