And this is a reason of several, you see, why I strive to saturate the pixelated world with tangible (and) "terrestrial artifacts" in various stages of completion. It is not about adapting ourselves by conforming to the digital world's standards; it's about transforming these rigid regulations to accomodate our growth (and therefore the growth of others). From the inside out, remember. While I certainly can't speak for others, I can attest that my reason for cling to outdated modes of communication, entertainment, expression, and living have nothing to do with rear-view mirrors or bonanzaland comforts. I cling not as a "refusal to live in our own age"; I cling, rather, as a conscious effort to control the environment my brain adapts to; I cling in order to maintain a differentiation, for myself, between growth and stagnation; I cling so that I can not only fully live in our own age, but also "keep the doors open to these [outdated] places where [contemplation] can [still] happen" (Pico Iyer). I cling to stay alert, I cling to resist delusion and modernity's temptuous lure toward mindless living. I cling so that I may, in these daily devotions, discover the joy of letting go. And I cling, at last, out of a Merton-fueled yearning to [be].
"In the world, not of it." And so I cling and I cling...
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