Smashing a computer is too easy, although I'm sure it must be fun. (It is perhaps neo-luddite sentiment that makes it so enjoyable to watch all those crashing cars in action movies.)
What you see here has nothing to do
with a home. I don't live here,
thoughts are
wanderers.
Look around the screen. Nowhere to lay down your head, no
shelter from the world's noisy pandemonium, no
dust, no fishy smells, no caring little wife
(yes, I am politically coquette) , no leaking roof, no quarreling or love-making neighbours.
Please don't take offense when I question your sincerity in "surfing" the Internet. I am not telling
you what to do. I don't even know who
you are.
I am just
doing my job, that of short-term killjoy. Our choices
are:
Laugh now, cry later -- or the other way around.If you are a catholic (and even if you're not) you might recognize contritio cordis in all this. What the world needs now is positive distress.
"Sorrow is better than laughter:
for by the sadness of the countenance
the heart is made better."
(I feel so international this morning. I wonder why... Could it be the World Wide Web?)