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  • Imagine. We used to deliver letters.
    By mail, by hand, by train, by candlelight.

    A filter of life and gap of time separated the authors from the content.

    This content, the words on the page, became twining ivy, meshing with the reader’s mind.

    Words were the tightrope between two countries, communities, lives.
    When all the world’s a stage you rely on the script, the lines.

    Letters were important when lovers were distant, families were disjointed and hope disappointed.

    We used to send letters that took weeks to arrive.
    Like wine, they were alive, they matured with time so your expectations were high
    when you saw the sign that someone still cared you existed.
    Their thoughts still persisted
    as they made their journey from mind to material,
    hand to hand, post stamp to post man.
    Deliberate, thoughtful and true.
    I open the door excited-
    We’ve a delivery for you.-
    I’m delighted.

    But.. before you start tweeting my one liners,
    let me hit you with this e-minor..

    Now we’re a whirl of excitement. Fast cash, connection, entitlement.

    We tweet, im, facebook and acronym,
    we gchat, text, skype and dm,
    we stay connected.
    What an avatar is to a tween,
    so is a coffee bean to dean.
    Biorhythmic clock and timezone be damned,
    am to pm, yes we can.

    But does limiting characters, demanding constant updates
    and juggling all the plates make it easier to relate?
    I’m not demonizing technology or theorizing ignorantly.
    I’m not judging or hating, egotistically complaining.

    I swim in a sea of pinterest and stacks,
    I break out the binoculars for updates and hacks,
    no I don’t drive a stake
    through the high tech debate,
    my email is “” for pete’s sake.

    So drop me a line. Say what’s on your mind.
    Write as much or as little as you feel.
    Heck, I once used a haiku as an appeal
    to take my literary submission seriously.
    I think they expected a soliloquy.
    Eventually the site accepted my sincerity
    and I can digitally add my words to their collective.
    If brevity is the soul of wit, I guess my I was a good fit
    since I wasn’t rejected.

    We may not communicate as we did in the past.
    But that doesn’t mean our thoughts won’t last.
    No, they won’t be saved like they were, materially, permanently,
    because everything is transmitted digitally.
    But perhaps this intangibility
    breaks words from their fragility.
    We can no longer go back and refer or file things away.
    What we see is what we say and that’s the permanence of today.

    So go forth, in this time of connection, and think of this as merely a reflection.
    All is not as it once was and it was not at once apparent
    until I sat down with my pencil on this errand
    to track down the intimacy of words sent digitally.

    I’ve realized that it's neither better or worse.
    It’s not a blessing nor a curse.
    It’s not something binary, with zeros and ones-
    our digital connection is something more fun.

    We can see, share, feel and show ways our ancestors could never know.

    So go out and communicate how you like,
    don’t give in to the hype.
    And as for me, I gotta go and say Hi to my sister
    ...on Skype.
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