I wonder what would happen if we said no.
No to the aspects of the modern world that really make no sense.
Like the constant noise.
The never-ending jabber.
The gluing ourselves in front of the television.
And listening to quasi-models for hours-on-end talk about things they know nothing about.
I wonder what would happen if we decided to take a break.
A break from the 24-hour news cycle.
Where one sensation pushes out the previous one like sanity whack-a-mole.
Where catastrophes and disasters and once-in-a-lifetime tragedies happen sixty times a minute.
Even our hundred-year storms happen five times a month.
I wonder what would happen if we limited our exposures.
We shut down the computer.
Shut off the TV.
Plugged our ears against the incessance.
And read a book.
A nice, meaningless, directionless book.
Maybe something that made us think, feel, cry, think or laugh.
I haven't turned on the TV through all this.
I'm not listening to NPR.
Sure, I check the newspapers.
The Times, the Washington Post, the Wall Street Journal, and lately the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, the Philadelphia Inquirer, the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette and the Las Vegas Register.
I give them about ten seconds each.
I see if there's any news--not speculation, news.
And I move on.
It's great that we have the entire world perpetually at our fingertips.
But life shouldn't be structured like an all-you-can-eat buffet.
We need restraint.
And we need distance.
We'll get through this.