|motherboard (Photo credit: fsse8info)|
In the guts of the computer when you open it it you'll see intricate boards with wires, circuits, and all sorts of little thingie doodads that the non-technical mind like I have does not comprehend too well. What I do see is a metaphor for life. Those circuits with all of the parallels and intersections all working together to serve my needs are like the history of where I've been, who I am now, and where I am going in the days and years ahead. We are all like circuits on the great motherboard of existence.
And this preceding paragraph exhibits why a post that was intended to be a one installment of biding time has turned into part three and will continue on into May since my computer problems persist and I don't know what I'm doing and I don't have the money at the present time to invest in professional computer repairs. Add to that, I'm a bit stubborn sometimes. I'm going to fix this.
But not today I suppose. I won't even finish this story today. Consider this a sort of intermission, or a prelude perhaps to the story to come. This is not even what I'd planned on writing today, but life is often like that as well isn't it? We intend in going one direction and then get distracted to go another route.
One story leads to another and that is the story of life--yours, mine, ours, and everyone who was and will be. Our stories sometimes intersect or often run in parallel paths. Here in this cyberspace world we find others we would have more than likely never encountered in the local world of where we typically are. It's kind of wonderful really, but that does not discount the life that is ours immediate to the senses.
I am biding time, sure, but don't we all in many ways. We are all living in the shadow of the computer. Sometimes a curse, sometimes a blessing--there is no escaping the computers that are all around us and essentially run our lives. How did we get here?
If all goes like I hope, next week's post will be my introduction to my A to Z Challenge theme. Then during the month of April I will hopefully post for 26 days upon that stated theme. At least that is my intent.
We know how intents can go. And that is where this story is going. In May I intend to pick up again on my story of being Born in the Shadow of the Computer as I look at the ironies of my encounter with computers in the 1990's. One simple start of a story a couple posts ago becomes three posts and in turn becomes who knows how many more. The story will probably not end for me until my life ends. The computers are here to stay. At least for a while.