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Technology is Stupid

So, yeah if you haven't noticed, I haven't writing lately. That's because my computer had a virus and I am presently trying to salvage a $1000 cheap piece of crap. I will write soon hopefully, otherwise, later. We'll see.

I'll just leave you with a thought.

As technology has gotten bigger and bigger in society it has become easier and easier for our memory to be swept clean. 150,000 years ago a couple of primitive humans painted caricatures on the walls of caverns. 3,500 years ago the pyramids were built on two different continents. 400 years ago the printing press was created; there are already texts that are too far gone to read. 75 years ago computers were created. And in less than a hundred years 99% of everything that we have on our computers today will be completely unidentifiable. That is, if it even still exists.

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