Our founding fathers sat down at their desk with quill in hand, poised over paper and began to write. We now sit in our offices or living room with this small box on our laps and write. From a time when men pressed the ink upon the letters, then press the letters into the paper, to get us our news of the day. Now we go to our little box and get updated as the news happens. We can now see a story that happened a world away. At present in the United States news papers are shrinking and closing on a daily basis. No longer do we long to feel the paper as it caresses our fingers, to smell the ink on the morning edition. For now it is the joy of being connected to the world.
Books are becoming a thing of the past. Just this week Border's Book Stores have closed. Everyone is buying on-line or downloading books into their Kindles. Is this progress? What have we really achieved?
No longer do have the closeness of our neighbors. We make friends with people we have never met, nor will meet. No longer are men meeting in the taverns and debating life and politics. We sit, solitary in our homes and chat over our small box. We know more about our friend living in France, than we do about our neighbor across the street.
Is this what the world has become, a place of individuals that have no sense of his fellow man?
As for me, I long to hold a book in my hand, to feel the cover, to smell the pages, and to see the ink pressed in the paper. I for one will not go gracefully into the future.
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