Social media tharn

Tharn - a Lapine word. A language created by author Richard Adams for his 1972 novel Watership Down Awesome book.

which I read when I was 12.

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

1 The words of David’s son, Qoheleth, king in Jerusalem:

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.

9 What has been, that will be; what has been done, that will be done. Nothing is new under the sun!

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.

Twofold Introduction.

12 I, Qoheleth, was king over Israel in Jerusalem,

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.

16^j 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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