Is It Magic?
Einstein (No, Arthur Clarke, Einstein didn't say everything, I just discovered), now a hoary cliche, said, Technology viewed by those who don’t have it appears as magic, or some such. Well, my understanding of tech stopped with the internal combustion engine (maybe air conditioning). When I see the legions on their cell phones, talking or viewing across space and time, I suspect most have no clue as to how this happens and so are engaged in using magic. After all, 99.999% of us could not repair these devices. Yet we take it as our birthright.
Part 1: So should we fess up that we are like any pagan religion with its panoply of animatic gods? The cell phone god, Telephon; the iOS god,FreeOS; the laptop god, Portabilicus, and the double headed canine, Giga and Bite. Are we any different than our ancestors? We are so proud of our ownership of tech possessions, but do we have a right to feel like we are in control here? Or are we the fleas in a flea circus, performing nanotricks we don’t understand. Or are we polytheistic worshipers steeped in rituals and superstitions?
Part 2: How does it all work? Here’s my feeble monotheistic glimpse of it all... it starts with Off and On and proceeds to zero and one (the Big Bang yields to The Yin and The Yang). All these yinyangs are organized in something’s memory. Billions of quadrillions of them (the starry sky of Heaven) There is an OS god who can manipulate all these binaries in many ways (RAMses?) to do any intellectual activity (thus omniscience). Then there is a communications system that is nowhere and everywhere (thusly omnipresent ubiquitousness). There are prophets who we read.. The Book Of Jobs and those whom we offer sacrifice to... the blood drinker Bezos. And then there is the price we pay, every month when our various contracts come due... and this is called Hell. Honestly, can you say (present forum company excepted, of course) our individual reality is any different? We borrow the gifts of the gods. We appropriate them for ourselves and pretend to be godlike.
But the slightest mishap (like an EMP) and we are revealed for what we truly are... former hubristic popinjays ogling at the fire and staring Into the blackest night,.
Tell me I’m wrong.