Full disclosure: I remember the 70's. And I'm shy, and not. It was a different world then, and not. And, as you said, increased availability of technological communication has benefits and harms.
The 70's though, we watched TV, saw the same national news, we read print newspapers and we communicated with landline phones.
Now pre-modern societies, 19th century and before, the middle ages--before books!!--I've always wondered about that.
I only kind of remember the '70's. I was born in 1976.
Isn't it weird how little we actually know about the people who came before us despite our lives overlapping since the beginning? It's not as if everyone died at once and then a new crop of humans popped up the next day.
Isn't it weird how little we actually know about anyone, yet what is looking out of our eyes is precisely the same as what is looking out of their eyes. Wonderful paradox.
As for age disclosure, I graduated from college in 1976.
When I was a hospice nurse in Oregon, I had an ninety-five year old patient say to me: "When I look in the mirror I see this little old lady! How did that happen? When I look inside, I feel exactly the same as when I was a little girl."
It depends on who or what is looking out our eyes. If it is awareness looking out our eyes, it resonates with the universal in the other and transcends the sense of separation that comes with belief in the identity.
Full disclosure: I remember the 70's. And I'm shy, and not. It was a different world then, and not. And, as you said, increased availability of technological communication has benefits and harms.
The 70's though, we watched TV, saw the same national news, we read print newspapers and we communicated with landline phones.
Now pre-modern societies, 19th century and before, the middle ages--before books!!--I've always wondered about that.
I only kind of remember the '70's. I was born in 1976.
Isn't it weird how little we actually know about the people who came before us despite our lives overlapping since the beginning? It's not as if everyone died at once and then a new crop of humans popped up the next day.
Isn't it weird how little we actually know about anyone, yet what is looking out of our eyes is precisely the same as what is looking out of their eyes. Wonderful paradox.
As for age disclosure, I graduated from college in 1976.
By the way, thanks for making me feel young. That happens less and less, these days.
When I was a hospice nurse in Oregon, I had an ninety-five year old patient say to me: "When I look in the mirror I see this little old lady! How did that happen? When I look inside, I feel exactly the same as when I was a little girl."
I don't know. Is looking someone else's eyes the same as looking out through our own?
It depends on who or what is looking out our eyes. If it is awareness looking out our eyes, it resonates with the universal in the other and transcends the sense of separation that comes with belief in the identity.
I am pointing to the universal beyond identity, concepts and relationship.