Funny to read this today. Yesterday I suffered a crisis of faith…or maybe it was just a bout of cognitive dissonance…I was thinking about all of the pages I’ve pored over. Whole bound sets of Encyclopedia Brittanica. Of all the faded photographs I’ve added my fingerprints to as I asked my mother questions about the black and white faces that looked like me and her and us in old-timey clothes.

I wondered how this ritual will play out for my children. And their children, God-willing people still exist by then..

Probably with technology I’ve not even imagined. Green as hell, I’m sure.

But nothing can replace the multi-sensory experience of touching, and smelling, and seeing memories in print.

Yeah, I know. Rainforests etc. Etc…

I’m sad about so much. But maybe nothing as deeply as the cost of “progress”.

When did we take our HANDS off of the world?

And when the cloud bursts, will our legacy to the future disappear without a trace?