AGENCY

 

I decided to go to church today, after fighting my literary demons for a few hours. Some days it just doesn't want to happen; some weeks... some months... some years! 

His eminence talked of the need to prepare for the end of times, or end of life or both, to keep it in mind and to live within the teachings of the Lord.

And when I arrived back home a sudden impulse took hold me, made me dance! to celebrate! because today we are here, because for a few minutes I just listened (or read) wise teachings and rested my mind in nice company, or what the heck, because I wanted to!

The harder my RL driver tried to stop me, the harder I danced. No detaching AO, no stopping animations, nor refreshing ... 

These RL drivers of ours have got so used to rascals telling them what to eat for breakfast, that they cannot accept the first of human needs for us either : THE RIGHT TO ACT WITH AGENCY.

Happy Sunday, darlings. Don't stop dancing.

MEANTIME, IN THE "REAL WORLD"

It is 2021. We are going through a pandemic of sorts (after changing the meaning of the word by decree not a year before it kicked off, I believe?) - on top of all the other pandemics we were already enduring and have had hardly any attention from the media or our governments-. And we are slipping into the 4th industrial revolution quietly.
I can't help thinking there is a significant difference with the first, second and third, though of course it's only my opinion— this time around doesn't feel organic but forced as if they are squashing us into it with forceps. For now, I take comfort in the thought that maybe, just maybe, they all felt like that to those living through them.