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Ray Bradbury wrote in 1953 the book \u201cFahrenheit 451\u201d, when the internet existed only in Turing\u2019s<\/a> mind.<\/p>\n The protagonist of the book is Guy Montag, a \u201cfireman\u201d whose job is not to extinguish fires, but to burn \u00a0books (paper is burnt at 451 Fahrenheit degrees).<\/p>\n Montag\u2019s wife is a depressed housewife who takes psychoactive drugs and pals around with the \u201cfriends\u201d exclusively. She sees these friends only on the screen-walls of the house.<\/p>\n Does this ring a bell to you? Have you posted something today in your \u201cwall\u201d and your \u201cfriends\u201d liked it?<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ~~{}~~<\/p>\n The internet is a huge revolution, but it could be a monstrous one too. On one hand, it enables the communication between people who are far away from each other and they could probably never \u201cmeet\u201d. On the other hand it hampers the communication between people who are so close to each other.<\/p>\n The semantic depiction of this seclusion in the global crowd is the phenomenon of selfies.<\/p>\n Solitary people, in front of the bathroom\u2019s mirror take pictures of themselves and then they share their loneliness with the whole world. They count likes and retweets, they read some brief comments (\u201cyou\u2019re goddess!\u201d \u2013 \u201csexy \ud83d\ude42 \u201d) and smile smugly. We did communicate today.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ~~<\/p>\n I wonder, is this communication through the internet nothing but fictional or is it the evolution of the human communication? When you lose a friend, an \u201canalog\u201d friend, because they migrated or because you fall out or because they got married or because they passed away, you are saddened, deeply saddened (most notably in the latter instance because you know they are never to be seen again).<\/p>\n This is not the case with the \u201cdigital\u201d friends. Most of them are but a name (or nickname) and some selfies (or avatar). These friends easy come and easy go. On the internet, much more than life itself, you\u2019re here today and gone tomorrow.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ~~<\/p>\n The analog friend is irreplaceable, whereas the digital is a ghost. In essence you don\u2019t know them since selfies and the words of the internet are but derivatives of a persona.<\/p>\n Only if you meet somebody in person, sit and talk to them for one or two hours, drink face-to-face a glass of wine, is registered in your mind as an actual human being.<\/p>\n Perhaps you need to touch them, see them photoshop-free, listen to their voice, maybe smell them too, to be convinced of their existence. All four senses are essential to befriend someone. The fifth sense, to taste them, hints at sexual relationship. Or maybe I\u2019m wrong?<\/p>\n Because nothing brings two people closer than the taste: To taste the same food.<\/strong><\/p>\n That is why in all social gatherings (since the creation) the food features.<\/p>\n How would feasts and ceremonies (an integral part of the human communication) be like if they took place in the internet where everyone would sit before their screen and type \u201cBest wishes\u201d \u2013 \u201cAll my best to your little miracle\u201d \u2013 \u201cyou will be dearly missed\u201d.<\/p>\n Life is a table. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ~~{}~~<\/p>\n But there is something more, even more monstrous, concealed in the selfies\u2019 pixels.<\/p>\n A modern trend of the simplistic psychology of the best-sellers that is crystallized into the most widely known phrase: \u201cLove yourself\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n The primary and main goal of every man should be love for his own self. As if this is something that man phylogenetically is short.<\/p>\n The \u201clove for our own self\u201d is acclaimed from the charlatan psychiatrists of the internet as the utmost treasure and purpose, self-fulfilling per se. We forget what the older and wiser than us people used to tell us: \u201cthe way to yourself goes through somebody else\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n The word \u201cselfies\u201d \u2013aurally and semantically- doesn\u2019t differ considerably from \u201cselfish\u201d.<\/p>\n And people are trapped in the delusion that they can be fine uninterested in what happens around them.\u00a0 But in a sea of misery, for how long could an infertile island float? \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 <\/strong>~~{}~~<\/strong><\/p>\n There is an old Indian story, as I read it from Tagore.<\/p>\n Once there was a beggar. With outstretched hand was waiting for charity. One day a man approached him and outstretched his hand. The beggar became indignant with the man\u2019s nerve. He searched in his rucksack and found a seed of wheat. The man thanked the beggar and left. The next day, when the beggar woke up, he found before him a golden wheat seed.<\/p>\n Then he understood and said: \u201cWhat a fool I was, my good man, not to give you everything I had?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0`\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0~~{}~~<\/p>\n A closing remark: How far are we from <\/strong>Bradbury\u2019s dystopia? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n Ray Bradbury wrote in 1953 the book \u201cFahrenheit 451\u201d, when the internet existed only in Turing\u2019s mind. The protagonist of the book is Guy Montag, a \u201cfireman\u201d whose job is not to extinguish fires, but to burn \u00a0books (paper is burnt at 451 Fahrenheit degrees). 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\nTo get a clearer idea, perhaps we shouldn\u2019t ponder the elation of the contact but the grief of loss.<\/p>\n
\nThe internet is the picture of this table.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nNo man is an island.<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n\u201cWhat do you have to give me?\u201d the man said.<\/p>\n
\nIn dystopia of \u201cFahrenheit 451\u201d people were committing suicide by thrusting themselves before the cars that tore up the dark highways. The drivers were killing them with no remorse because it was a part of their daily routine.<\/p>\n
\nShould we come to terms with despair as something self-evident and inevitable?<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\nSanejoker’s Facebook page:\u00a0<\/strong>
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