End of the Road
Thanks to my husband’s regular reminders, I’m aware of the phenomenon whereby we selectively register information that reinforces our existing views. Perhaps I am guilty of that. I’m the first to admit that I am skeptical of gadgets and the way that our over-reliance on technology distorts our experience.
Given those disclaimers, I find myself wanting to share the news story about the man who drove off an abandoned freeway, inadvertently killing his wife, because he was apparently paying more attention to his GPS that his surroundings. Shit.
I can’t be the only one who sees this as a metaphor for our culture.
He had so much faith in the robot voice telling him what to do that he drove past the “road closed” signs and bright orange barriers and straight off the end of the road.
We are doing this too. Maybe in an equally dramatic fashion. Time will tell. We don’t see it yet, because our perspective has collapsed, like the man in the car. We have been trained out of using our bodies, our senses, our hearts, our intuition, our deepest knowing. Our faculties of presence are broken. Maybe we are all strapped in, pedal to the metal, full speed toward oblivion.
Will we open our eyes and see the end of the pavement in time?
What does it take to break the spell?