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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see www.chopperstories.com.... enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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A kinder, more gentle Cyberspace?

"We've got tonight" Bob Seger





A kinder, more gentle Cyberspace?


Cyberspace.
What an amazing invention. I wonder what William Shakespeare, Thomas Jefferson, or Mark Twain would have made of it. What would they have thought of its potential for good? And... what would they have said of its dark side?
It's such a shame. A quantum leap forward in the sphere of human endeavor. Marred, as seemingly always, by the Emotional Primitives. Those clever, sneaky, seemingly sophisticated participators of Modern Life. Who in fact retain a caveman morality.
A simple, brutal set of values: "Do unto others whatever feels good for me".

Cyberspace.
The ability to project one's thoughts and dreams, one's ideals and one's hopes, quickly into a realm of thought and contemplation, available for millions to see and interact with.
A vessel for good. A ship of good hope. A beacon. The distant light of a warm, welcome camp fire on a cold, damp, chilly winter's night.

Cyberspace.
Where we can dream of lush green fields, eternal sunshine, a gentle breeze, and you and I, laughing, chatting, and solving the problems of the Universe. Where we can talk poetry, philosophy, religion, metaphysics, football, or Kawasaki motorbikes...


Photo by wayfaring stranger

Cyberspace...
Where I wish to call myself Francis. That's my real name. Meyrick. That's my pen name.
Why do I hide? Why can't I just be me? Oh. Because. Because what? Because... well.
Cyberspace. You know. Shudder. Lots of bad. Con artists. Crooks. Child molesters. Crazies. Identity thieves. You've got to be careful...

Cyberspace...
Where there is, quite simply, a war going on.
Between those of an altruistic nature who see its potential for good, and those of a more self centered pedigree, who see only... themselves.
There are those who believe in something higher than just their own feeble destiny.
And there are those who worship only at the altar of their own profit.

In Writers Harbor...
We are mindful of the famous last line of Jean Paul Sartre's "Huis Clos".
"Eh bien, continuons..."
Indeed. Let us continue. The war.

Hopefully, for a kinder, more gentle, cheerier cyberspace!




Francis Meyrick
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Last edited by Francis Meyrick on June 2, 2009, 7:54 pm
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
 
Zuzanna

Francis
Excellent article with a fabulous points of view about Cyberspace.

Applaud

I like the invention and the progress in technology...Speaking
My believes are that William Shakespeare, Thomas Jefferson, Mark Twain would be trilled having this access to fast pace communication and the blessings of using this Cyberspace to their advantage.Imagine, all they wrote was with the pen or a feather ink pen, the Ancient type of invention.Smile
It took a lot of time to process all that writing and yet we have this access to their work. I am glad the people before us did something unique and special. Us the followers can carry on with their ideas, often their work stands out as an example for others to see.

The written word lives in a soul of a Poet. True art will not easily die.

FIVE STARS FOR YOUR THOUGHTS SmileSmileSmileSmileSmile

Thank you...Zuzanna


Posted on Sunday, January 27, 2008 at 13:45:19

 
Francis Meyrick

I have this feeling that "art" MUST feature much more intensely in people's lives... I think it's so very important that people paint, sing, write, sculpt, do pottery, work with their hands and minds...
and I fear that a society without Art is a soulless one.
Through Art we are afforded the opportunity to get in touch with a gentler, much more creative side of our nature.

Cyberspace... is a double edged sword. I fear.


We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Posted on Friday, March 28, 2008 at 20:33:02

 
storylover

The youtube video clip was well chosen.
I share your concerns about the good and bad of cyberspace.
I also agree about what you say about "through Art we are afforded the opportunity to get in touch with a gentler, much more creative side of our nature". I think that is true.
Applaud


"The longest journey starts with but a single step"
(Old Chinese proverb)
Posted on Sunday, March 30, 2008 at 12:59:26

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