The world will not miss our digital presence. The existence of such presence is, itself, little more than distraction to the true act of living. In such engagement, we defer life in favor of fast, synthetic absorptions.
We affix hopes of impression upon images and words posted for affect, stimulating mind and emotive response, but little of enduring nature—beside the amassing of digital images and words themselves. These images and words are viewed predominantly by others living in an equal-willed isolation—even in the living company of others—when favoring imagined fellowships from image-stimulated bonds.
We grow attached to perceived potential-friends that become lost as soon as algorithms, or other statistical metrics of connection, change. There is little of such bonds that endure from will as we absorb with passive submission designs intent to keep our real worlds distant and dreamed worlds near.
I have been addicted to this life.
Forward: should I do good in life, I will do good in the flesh; and should I sin, I will sin in the flesh.
Flesh living spirit—acts manifest by will and presence within our living worlds—this is the only evidence we leave of Life lived at all.
Guilty! 🙋🏼♀️