Tharn - a Lapine word. A
language created by author Richard Adams for his 1972 novel Watership Down Awesome book.
Tharn . To freeze in
terror. No thought. No movement.
Like a rabbit caught in the headlights of oncoming cars. It’s going to die. It’s going to die. It’s going to die!!
Social media tharn. Caught in
the brilliance of social media.
A lot of thought. A big lot of
thought. Thoughts that got to be told. My deepest darkest secrets, my innermost
torment, my horrendous past, my current awesomeness, and my future preps. Everything.
Let’s tell it all.
A lot of finger action. On
devices that live in our hands. Our miniature
computers. Available always.
You see you tap. You think you
tap. You move you tap. Goodness - you fart you tap.
No limitations. Be whoever you
want to be. Meet whoever. Tell whatever. Grow relationships. And a reputation. The more your thoughts and the more your fingers
tap, the bigger your presence.
To amuse. To shock. To grow your following. Vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
A spiral of nonsilence. Louder. Bigger.
Viral. Breaking the internet.
A new kind of life. With a
system, hierarchy, culture, family. With
similarity, consciousness, differences, interdependencies, collaboration and
variances. What did we do before the
internet.
The new psychoanalyst. The new
counselor. Cathartic. Therapeutic.
The finger tap shrink.
Confessional. Absolution. Condemnation.
Take it or leave it.
The choice may be yours – you hang it all out there. Or not yours at all – fodder for someone
else. Finger fuel for others. Go.
Go. Go. Go.
Forward. Comment. Like.
Double like. Double tap. Single tap
on your dashboard, simultaneous update.
Efficiency. Woooow. Effective!
Brilliant blinding numbers.
Tharn. With secret and closed
groups with memberships of thousands, belonging to just 3 of the groups puts
you in intimate finger tap with a hundred thousand. Then draw in cross membership and you are all
over. Hundreds of thousands. Million.
Social media tharn. We gone tharn. But it’s life. Transient life.
Ecclesiastes 1
2 Vanity of vanities,* says Qoheleth,
vanity of vanities! All things are vanity!
Vanity of Human
Toil
3 What profit have we from all the toil
which we toil at under the sun?
4
One generation departs and another generation comes, but the world
forever stays.
5
The sun rises and the sun sets; then it presses on to the place
where it rises.
6
Shifting south, then north, back and forth shifts the wind,
constantly shifting its course.
7
All rivers flow to the sea, yet never does the sea become full. To
the place where they flow, the rivers continue to flow.
8
All things are wearisome, too wearisome for words. The
eye is not satisfied by seeing nor has the ear enough of hearing.
10 Even the thing of which we say, “See, this is new!” has already
existed in the ages that preceded us.
11
There is no
remembrance of past generations; nor will future generations be
remembered by those who come after them.
13 and I applied my mind to search and investigate in wisdom all
things that are done under the sun. A bad business God has given to human beings
to be busied with.
14
I have seen
all things that are done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and a chase
after wind.
15
What is crooked cannot be made straight, and you cannot count what
is not there.
16j
Though I said to myself, “See, I have greatly increased my wisdom beyond all
who were before me in Jerusalem, and my mind has broad experience of wisdom and
knowledge,”
17 yet when I applied my mind to know wisdom and knowledge, madness
and folly, I learned that this also is a chase after wind.
18 For in much wisdom there is
much sorrow; whoever increases knowledge increases grief.*
The
New American Bible, Revised Edition (NABRE)
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