A Digital Cleanse Brings New Perspectives
Mr. Right, Part 3
Here’s a story to set the stage for today’s post on The Tolton Path:
His body split into millions of cells, but were held together by consciousness. Memories remained. Concern for his family remained. In fact, everything remained of Mr. Right except his body.
He quickly realized that one other thing was lacking–pain. The disease he carried for years had vanished. “I’m free!” he shouted. The echo of his voice went on as he whizzed throughout Orange.
Flashes of light vanquished the darkness, illuminating lines of code. “This is the code of the algorithm,” Mr. Right thought. Letters, numbers and symbols comprised the code fed into the Colors decades ago. Fed by scientists and engineers like Mr. Right.
But this code was different. Mr. Right approached a string of code and was amazed. He thrust forward, absorbing more lines of source code. “I don’t recognize a single line.”
From above emerged thousands of characters—symbols, shapes, markings of different length—all of it was gibberish. Mr. Right wrote the source code for the Colors but what he was reading was something else entirely.
All Mr. Right could think of was his family. He created the Colors to benefit them, to help them along in all the decisions that need to be made in life. Mr. Right’s knowledge would be made available instantly just by asking for it in special devices—called Advisors—that he helped build.
Suddenly, Mr. Right found himself thrust into darkness that quickly came to a halt. He could see again and scanned a room from one end to the other. He knew where he was.
A man approached and spoke. “Dad, are you in there?” Mr. Right looked on from inside the Advisor at his son, unsure what to say to save his family.
–End story (for now)–
(Read all of the Mr. Right series)
A Digital Cleanse Brings New Perspectives
It’s important to change the regular ebbs and flows of life. It gives you different perspectives and allows you to look from the perch of your new situation and take on a new perspective. Vacations do this (I am writing from one now) for a short time. In today’s story, Mr. Right finds himself in an entirely new perspective and must figure out what to do to save his family.
I know we don’t need such a dramatic change in perspective to realize what’s important. Though it seems only large events that impact us all are what brings us closer. It can be much simpler.
Years ago during Lent, I gave up listening to the radio in my car. This was when that was my primary way of getting news and all sorts of information. It was also when my commute was 40 minutes. There I sat as my mind jumped from one thing to the next, seemingly across the spectrum of unrelated things. It became my favorite part of the day.
Last year, our family summer vacation included a week of no electronics. We all disconnected. The entire campsite was filled with disconnected people. How ironic that is what connected us to one another. It felt like what I imagine the 1950s was like on vacation. You talked to one another. Surreal.
If for just a moment, we can stay close to what matters most and just push aside all the chaos that surrounds us in this information age, we would be better off. Yes, but for a moment, especially when a moment can feel like an eternity.
Peace.