DOOR: WITH LAZINESS IN TOW
By Ángela López
I remember
how books and I fell in love in that humble library; I, longing to feel that
immortal beauty between my hands; they, waiting to be undressed by my dreamy
eyes. That time when my candorous imagination was seduced by the irresistible
letters, and so, from "A" to "Z", reading intoxicated me
eternally with its sweet love. Yes!... How not to hypnotize me listening to the
great Dostoyevsky philosophizing about society and its behavior? Or how to
prevent Horace from tattooing his Carpe Diem on my heart? Not to mention
Neruda, have I ever seen anyone else write the saddest verses that night?
Although the one who always accompanied me in my stormy thoughts was sweet Jane
Austen, who else but her could teach me to vanish pride and prejudice through
love? Oh...how captivating the letters are, either to read them or to caress
their forms! However, time forgot the old literary meeting table, and
brought with it a device small enough to fit in my inseparable purse, and
powerful enough to hold hundreds of books. Without a doubt, the Internet and
the cell phone have allowed us to enjoy literature in a more practical way.
However, the much-lauded progress has also meant a directly proportional
setback to our abilities to discover and execute.
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Today, we crave more gadgets that simplify our lives. But
how simple is it all now? Because from
my point of view, I only see knots and knots in this rope called life. Longing
for time to enjoy the pleasure of living, we have been encapsulated by a telephone
that makes time not relative, but non-existent. In addition, we have developed
a silent disease, but deadly to our imagination. A disease I call
"laziness". Yes, laziness to think, to act and even to love.
We want to solve everything by giving orders to Siri,
visiting Google or using any other application found in our mobile. Looking for
a partner?... download the appropriate application. Want to look without a
wrinkle and with a slender figure in your photos?... download the appropriate
application. Just to mention some of the solutions that online stores offer us
to save us effort, and also to project a distorted image of who we really
are. Someone might say to me:
"So... what's wrong with that? Even you benefit from it, don't be a
hypocrite." To that person I might reply:"I don't think there is anything
wrong with technology and its advances, but it is one thing to use the tools,
and quite another to allow the tools to manipulate our time, destroy our
creativity, disguise the truth, and even turn our kindness into a fierce hatred
of ourselves and humanity."
We have
fought hard to eradicate slavery, in fact, we are still in that fight. But let
me tell you dear reader that, as human beings and regardless of the amount of
nonsense we have invented to excuse our revulsion towards our own kind, we are
now also dealing with an enemy created by our own minds. And... No! It's
not the planet of the apes, I would say rather, it's the planet of the human
robots. We already behave like machines, feelings and creativity are starting
to move away from intelligence. If you are looking for apocalyptic theories, I
have one more: laziness created by human genius.
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For me, idleness is nothing more than the sadness of the
spirit, of the will. Sadness produced because our capacity for thought is no
longer challenged, it is even tied to a luminous screen. The supposed ease that
the world offers through technology has allowed us to quickly fall into a Stone
Age where emoticons have replaced the beautiful words that had been invented to
create charming love epistles. The misnamed simplicity that technological
advancement has sold us comes with a small factory defect, namely, the
complexity to recognize our own existence in the midst of encrypted codes
inhibiting intellectual work. And although we have been trapped by a
communications network, we care little or nothing about being devoured by it;
as long as the cell phone does the thinking for us, everything will be fine.
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