We all find hallowed ground someplace
Technology has given us the extended ability to dig a lot deeper than in previous years. Much of life may have once been buried can be dug up online thanks to the World Wide Web. Homework is a lot easier and more people join Facebook day in, day out. And for every birth there is a death of some sorts. Photographs once private like conversations, now become public, people online no longer see privacy as an issue, so they share favourite spaces. Family members tag one another, which has become a popular sport. We have more channels than relatives and find new friends through ways other than fellowship. Climbers share moments hanging from the cliff face, workers share videos of themselves climbing telegraph aerials. New families share intimate moments of birth, growing up, achieving things, sickness and then death, they can even organise funerals. This new reality must have created a rise in funeral cremations because people understand the digital footprint leaves memories in the sand for future generations to sniff out.
I wonder then what the Vatican is doing about this. Everybody around the world has dabbled with Italian cuisine, outsourced the right ingredients and focused on the finer details like seasoning to replicate dishes. In the city anywhere in the world we can takeaway exotic dishes from remote areas around the world. Rural remote areas are taking advantage of these finer details by sharing YouTube videos cooking for large families outside in big silver and copper pans. Street food is on the rise, which flattens prices through globalisation. Home deliveries via Apps are creating business for people who didn’t have any. Instagram has helped people in poor areas to reach out culturally by selling little twists on old school recipes. Culturally we have no reason not to know local myths and religious beliefs. The Vatican catholic idea of confession historically documented and hosted all sorts of things, which the online community has embraced. The popular religions come first then I gather the smaller indoctrination’s will come later. We can already speak into a device which immediately translates what we have just said. There are choices of accents. When we receive calls there is no surprise there when a foreign accent comes through. There are several immutable laws they use to bug you which you can block cold calls like them via OffCom. To make your space sacred you may need control of the elements.
The first rule of thumb depends on the activities you engage in. A camera cannot capture the amount of alcohol you consumed on that day. The office party still remains that sacred place where CEO’s, Managers and Philanthropists’ can gather there data. In such a sacred space which puts bread on the table they must examine your every move and gesture. Through this space with the addition of all the various recording devices a boss can have you shut down in the blink of an eyelid. My point is nothing is sacred anymore, even your home is target for similar shenanigans. As we move into the age of toilet politics, square paper rations and the effects on the backs of men sharing bathtubs with daddy. When you do manage to look over your shoulder you should see less on the back than what you can reach in the front. The rise of electrolysis and films paying homage to the horror flicks of mid twentieth century in the shower. Nothing is sacred anymore; even your mother’s underwear could lead to various consequences. The Vatican like the internet loves to see a bit of dirt on the shoe, it makes them feel better, which helps them invest more in the second hand objects. So to be a human temple we need to see a pan-optical view of you. And as many of you may have been born out of wedlock there are others with deeper issues that prevent them embracing big brother. The world before internet was a sickening place according the victims trapped behind locked doors. Its these people who I speak too, saying everything will be ok. No one cares about you enough to judge the wrong that may have happened to you. Without rich media evidence neither should you. The Internet then promotes doubt which brings an even bigger question on what is real and hyper real. Was it a real experience or just a deeper neurolinguistics plant put in your sacred spaces window? This type of information is gathered to create a picture of your family tree as the search continues for the perfect cells. What is it that lies beneath it all, so let’s prize of nails and then crowbar of kneecaps in a tit for tat fashion.
When we say we see the light is this because we want to appear more focused. Which implies that we are still searching for something? Hopping around religions and flower beds looking for new experiences. Tarred with the same feathers from a sacred pillow, hidden beneath the outside drains; clowns collecting twenty peas for god knows what. Nothing is sacred outside and in the mind when you see it you will articulate its place through art, creativity, mixed media and teaching experience. And on television again is Terry Wogan with special guest David Icke. David meet Terry and if this goes well you can have a fireside chat with Graham Norton. Point being if your sacred space is a studio it’s only a matter of time before we start seeing pictures of all your mates naked stroking reptiles.