If the time before electronics challenged one’s presence of mind to offer their thoughts and opinions occasionally in the local forum of the town square, than the current state of modern telemetry offered by the Internet is equivalent to doing same in the dead of night. You speak your mind in the obscurity of a forum where you can never see your audience though you occasionally hear them mumble back. This leads to a certain level of fantasy that operates somewhere between megalomania and paranoia. You can’t be sure if your phantom audience really is on the same track as you and yet you’re happy for any sign of feedback that your email of the count of ‘likes’ inspires. Those are truly crumbs in the world of human expression. At least the author of a novel is smart enough to stay in his or her little world that they constructed alone without benefit of immediate response. The feedback method of modular though seemingly offering a corollary of consensus based conclusions. This ‘fish tank’ of thought contaminated equally by kernels of inspired wisdom mixed equally with the banality of mutually expressed dogmas. “Remember, Big Brother Google is listening and recording as we speak!”
I suppose the potential for the power of universal persuasion is too addictive and opiate to foster self-examination in this regard? In a world based upon appearance over substance are we not all obsessed with fulfilling Andy Warhol’s prophecy of fifteen solid minutes of universal airtime? The unfortunate fact of the larger telecommunication’s diatribe is that the greatest truths are not sexy but patently mundane. Since power comes with having a ‘recognizable’ place in society from which to fire one’s lighting bolts of thought. There seems no place in this world for any dock workers from Alexandria ‘porting’ their world view about from the platform of anonymity as there was in the distant ancient past. The passion for things ‘far eastern’ has run its course in the counterculture of the sixties and simulacrum of the resultant seventies. What we have left is a world system of thought where the means of conveyance swallows any message divergent from its own all encompassing existence and subsequently poops it out as self-inspired pablum. Any influence in contradiction of the great weight of inertial popularity becomes tied to the fate of that other Longinus who had no spear to throw beyond the tiresome doctrine of much older Greeks at the inevitability of political correction by the Roman empire and its legions according to the latest philosophical trends in vogue. So goes the doctrine of independent thought by the mind today under the heavy shadow of the inevitable transition to the dogmas of Global rule.
As Michael Madsen put it in his most famous screen appearance, “Are you going to bark all day little doggy? Or are you going to bite?”