It is to weep.
I should, by now, have become accustomed to the tremendous loss of humanity the bit twiddlers have foisted upon us. Yet the pain is still there as I observe the masses march on in lockstep to the "really neat" destruction of all that makes us human. How long before we hear (as we did earlier with trigonometry, calculus and even arithmetic), "Why play chess? A computer can do it better." Even our music now is just a stream of bits emanating from one binary device or another.
The only question left for me is "Which is more sad? The fact that we have lost so much for the benefit of so few or that the majority think that said loss is a good thing?" As I watch my daughters prefer virtual reality to actual reality I am truly disheartened and begin to think that I may have outlived my time. Where have all the artisans gone?
