Millions of people's lives, reduced to no more than words on a computer screen. Data that doesn't really exist, because it has no physical manifestation. 0s and 1s stored somewhere deep inside the labyrinthian recesses of the machines we call computers. Makes me wonder how much we really know, as a race. We have these wonderful tools that we use every day, and that make us feel very intelligent and advanced. Yet that's all we do. We use them. Only a very few of us actually know how they work. So if this is the case, how advanced are we, really?

It's the same with everything else. We have things and we use them, but we don't know how to make them. Thus, we have many blessings, and yet we personally are not responsible for them. I personally am not responsible for the calendar on my wall, the Post-Its on my desk, the Monet print over my desk, or the bottle of fingernail polish in my drawer, except insofar as I purchased them. I am, however, responsible for everything that comes out of my mouth - and that is not glorious in the least.

I have no reason to be proud.  ¶ 6:44 PM