Job 16:16

My face is flush with weeping,

   Death’s darkness rings my eyes.

 

One of the cool paradigms in my mind is that history is all about what has been written down and survived. If all our books disappeared, so would our history. Our brains might remember some things, but even if we wrote what we could all down again, history would be gone. I think history has disappeared a couple times along the way. One question that arises is whether we need history or not.

‘Flush’ was also ‘red’ or ‘foul’.

‘Rings’ was also ‘is on’ and ‘covers’. ‘Death’s darkness’ was also ‘deep darkness’, ‘deep shadows’, ‘the shadow of death’, ‘darkness’, and ‘deepest gloom’.

One of the key elements about history is that it is written by the victors. The losers do not get to tell their side of the story. Could be like a court case voted guilty, but the verdict was wrong, and no one ever learns the details. History is being rewritten by today’s winners according to the media. Probably true, but who carries the duty to copy down everything that we can learn from and make sure it can be learned from?

I read a little about quantum computing as I used to know enough about computers to be interested, but the details that make it work are so far beyond my skill level that it might as well be science fiction. Making computers moved beyond my level of manual dexterity so long ago that I never even tried. How can we maintain a proper spiritual basis for our culture if our machines are making machines that we cannot repair for ourselves? (Sounds like an Issac Asimov book I read.)

One of my new hopes is to figure out how to live my life not bound by technology. I don’t mean that I need a horse to travel, but that I am not dependent upon the latest, safest, coolest vehicle to get me forward in life. I do not want to be dependent upon my phone or computer to talk to people. I do not want to be dependent upon the internet to learn how to be a better me. If I can’t achieve ‘Y’ without it, maybe I should not shoot for ‘Y’. I’d use x, but someone stole that from us.

I could be like Job and crying my eyes out and looking like death warmed over, but based on learning about him, I am convinced that I do not live for me, but to give God glory and use His love of me to show love to those around me. Maybe I can write that on my heart and keep it after the book burn and the internet shuts down.

Written 7/21/25, Posted 9/4/25, Job 389