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Digital & Analog Worlds. A Perfect Storm.
It is a perfect storm that has been brewing for decades. A relentless, rumbling and roiling. A storm between the digital gods, the digerati, and the analog gods. An inevitable bashing of systems. The thunder clashes between them are growing louder, the clouds looming ever larger, fuelled by the heat of ever faster technologies meeting the cool air of the analog ways.
We have been through this before. The pressures of technology ever relentless in their hunger for more, faster. Inevitably they meet in a thunderous exchange. Lightning strikes upend the systems of the Old Ways, who crumble before the energetic onslaught of the progress of technology.
When the storm peaks, humanity is caught in the slaps and strikes. Desperately we cling to what we knew, fearful in the deluge of new knowledge, seeking comfort in the shelter of what was. But the baleful gusts of change rip away the fragile shelters of what was, laying bare a new landscape.
When the storm passes, humanity stands under the light of a warming sun. We wrap ourselves in the cloak of the new ways, in the ideas of what could be. Just as the winds always move the trees around us, so does technology always move the waves of culture.
“No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a…
