The Depth of Time and Detail

I don’t remember individual tweets, blog posts, or status updates for very long. I do remember individual novels, vacations, and relationships.

Time and detail matter.  They have depth, and weight, and life.

And yet, I also feel the cumulative substance of the more ephemeral experiences in which I habitually engage: meals, sunsets, church meetings, and exercise, for example.

But even after years of overindulgence, reading tweets, blog posts, and status updates have very little cumulative substance.

A ton of feathers may weigh the same as a ton of bricks, but years of sunsets outweigh years of tweets.

I want to read the complete works of Charles Dickens. I want to spend years exploring and gardening the same patch of homeland. I want to be married to the same woman forever.

These are the kinds of things that take a lot of time and involve deep detail.  They do matter because they have matter.

(Inspired by Katrina Kenison’s introductory essay to The Best American Short Stories 2006. Copied from my journal entry, 1.24.2015)

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Facebook Raises Awareness

People see a 15-year-old girl holding a baby, and they assume she’s a skank.  No one knows that she was kidnapped by aliens and had the embryo implanted as part of a government experiment to cross-breed humans and aliens. 

People see an overweight woman and call her names.  What they don’t know is that she gained that weight by rescuing a hundred blind orphans from a burning hospital. 

People see an old man with scars on his face, and most of them think, “That’s unfortunate for him, but I’ll get to know him and look for all the good in his personality.  The scars aren’t really a big deal.”  What these ignorant morons don’t know is that he’s a psychopath who kills puppies in their sleep.  You can tell because of the scars.

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