30 September 2014

Technology & Relationships

Time, as we experience and measure it today has always been evolving. Most of us do not realize that the way we measure time—as discretely quantifiable and disembodied units—is a human construct. History reveals that time was measured in vastly different ways across civilizations: from observing the moon, burning a marked incense, birth cycles of animals, scents of fruits and etc. The current method of 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 30 days a month and 365 days in a year is but a convention that is globally accepted.  

The purpose of this reflection is not to take a stroll down the memory lane of time keeping. It is an attempt to reflect on the meaning of time in an epoch that is obsessed with speed and where time is commoditized. We often hear phrases like “time is of the essence” and “time is money”. These are but examples of how we have made time into a form of currency. Sometimes literally. There’s a report about the selling of microseconds and milliseconds to stock market traders for millions of dollars (Lapham). Saving time has become a multi-million dollar growth industry. Whether it is automation, multipurpose devices or computerization, the purpose is to save time. The drive to save time doesn’t stop at the boundaries of the corporate world. It invades our personal lives—both our relationships and routines. Written letters is replaced by SMS, social media and the telephone. Routines are simplified by microwave ovens, robotic vacuum cleaners, coffee machines, pack out food, to name but a few.  

Before I’m labeled as a Luddite, let me emphaize that I’m not against technology per se. So many inventions have brought us comfort and eliminated numerous tedious tasks. Life has been made simpler and easier. However, everything comes with a price. The question that begs to be answered is what have we sacrificed to gain extra time and what do we do with the time we have saved. The question is not whether these technologies are good or bad; the lynchpin of the issue turns on how they are used. 

I believe that deeply nuanced relationships is the main aspect of life that we have given up as a result of the way we use time saving technology. True and meaningful relationships are forged through engaging in tasks together, conversing face to face and being present to each other. It develops and deepens with time and constant contact. When we speed things up and resort to instant technology, we reduce the opportunities and amount of time spent and doing tasks together and the bonds that develop as a result of conversations. A very good example is family meals that have evolved from a time where family members exchange stories about their days or discuss personal issues to one where we eat as quickly as we can so that we can return to our own activities. This phenomenon is also the manifestation of radical individualism that we will return to later. 

Granted that modern technology like Skype and FaceTime connects geographically separated loved ones and extend our social network. How many of these people we know online are actually people we can truly call our friends? We may receive updates on what’s current in their lives, like them and leave comments, but is that true conversation? It lacks depth, presence and is not sustained. Social media hollows out and flattens conversations into snippets and sound bites. There is no sustained exchange of feelings, ideas and arguments that is possible through personal contact or through letter writing. Even though we have e-mails, more often than not they are impersonal and merely extensions of social media.   

Another phenomenon that arises from social media is individualism that alters the contours of community. Communities now transcend geographical boundaries via avenues like virtual chat rooms, forums and groups. The already contentious definition of what constitutes communities is further stretched by technology. My purpose is not to dig into this multi-faceted subject. The point I want to put forward is that the advent of virtue communities weakens communal rootedness and spirit. Physical communities are increasingly becoming fragmented as people interact behind the veil of technology. Communication can be done in private or even anonymously. This changes the dynamics of communication radically as face-to-face conversations differ greatly from digital conversations, which are detached and depersonalized.  

Digital communication has a democratizing effect that does away with the need for commitment unlike a physical community into which we are born into and have limited choice. We can join or withdraw from any online community without any residual impact and with just a click of a button. There’s little need for rootedness and loyalty. It does not require commitment—if it becomes uncomfortable we can just choose to leave. We can also afford to be reckless and rude (hence the term flaming) as we hide behind a virtual persona. This is not so with physical communities where it is messy, organic and governed by certain social conventions. Don’t you think it is harder to be impudent when you speak directly to someone as compared to posting online? 

Once again, I’m not against digital communication as it allows new ways of knowledge dissemination (e.g. crowd sourcing). I’m concerned about its impact on the way we now relate to the people around us. Not just our family and friends, but to our extended family, neighbors and society at large. We are increasingly alienated, distanced and distracted from the people around us as we sink deeper into the mud of personal technologies. In other words, with facebook, twitter, and smartphones, we are so absorbed and entertained that we no longer need others. How often do we see families and friends sitting together, mesmerized by a disembodied virtual environment on their smartphones, tablets and computers? It has reached epidemic proportions and is extremely alarming. 

The common understanding that technology helps us save time for the people we treasure is a modern myth. As argued above, it not only altered the way we communicate but also the way we live. Instead of freeing up time from tedious and routine tasks, technology has insidiously spread its net over the rest of our time, absorbing us into the world of endless information and entertainment. Thus far, it sounds as though technology is to be blamed for our current malaise. However, we mustn’t be too quick to put all the blame on technology, though it is partially a culprit (more on that in a while). The main issue at hand is the way in which we use these technologies and allowed them to shape our lives. We have become too passive. Instead of leveraging on technology to foster closer ties, we have allowed it to replace physical presence. It is a vicious cycle: as we delve deeper into our smartphones, we find it difficult and awkward to maintain a sustained and meaningful conversation, and in return we immerse ourselves deeper into technology to save us from the agony of awkwardness. With this downwards spiral, relationships and conversations wither and flattens outs. 

As with any issue, there’s always another side to the problem. For the subject matter at hand, it is the peculiar nature of technology that is culprit. Neil Postman traces the development of the newspaper and the television as cultural medium that do not promote sustained and concentrated engagement. Imagine having a mixed bag of unrelated information neatly organized in rows and columns on newspapers and popular magazines? Or unrelated television programs? We live in this media era. How does that cultivate the ability for sustained engagement on a particular topic or issue? Postman’s insight is especially pertinent today as the internet is more fragmented than the newspaper or television. At the very least, newspapers and magazines contained distilled and crystallized information; for the internet, it is fraught with disconnected data and information not properly organized. There are also videos, podcasts, MTVs and other forms of multimedia that adds to the distraction. This might be a strawman argument, but more often than not, do we use the internet for sustained engagement or for entertainment and distraction? The internet milieu in which we live today creates a social landscape that molds the way we relate to one another. We are so distracted by what’s on the internet that there’s no time for flesh and blood people. 

Together, an uncritical use of technology and the formative nature of technology combine to create what we see today. They mutually reinforce each other, becoming increasingly tightly intertwined. If we want to redeem relationships, we have a lot of unlearning to do. There’s firstly the need to be extremely critical about the way technology shapes our lives. We need to be cognizant about its influence in order to develop a course of action to reverse this trend. In order to mitigate the fragmenting tendencies of these devices, we need to restore a strong and nurturing physical community in which we are rooted and sustained. We need to recover what it means to be meaningfully connected to people. There is an urgent need to recover a more holistic understanding of relationships—one that respects the other as fearfully and wonderfully made, an entity created in the image of God and is deserving of our attention and love. Respect and love in any relationship involves taking the other person in a serious, lighthearted and joyful manner—wanting to develop companionship and an interest in that person. The way to do this is fraught with difficulties as we are losing the language, imageries and resources of doing so. We have been so saturated in media newspeak that we need to have our imaginations recaptured by a new source—namely the biblical view of how God relates to His people. 

The relationship between God and His people hasn’t been an easy one. One party is idolatrous, running after other lovers, stubborn, faithless and stiff-necked. However, God continues to pursue His people: punishing but always forgiving them, putting up with their grumblings and finally dying for them. Reconciliation occurs when the first party (God) made the first move. This model lays out a blueprint which we can use to model our relationships with those around us. We need to make the first step in reaching out and be prepared to be patient as the other party takes time to reciprocate. It is a relationship of self-giving and serving. This is the foundation upon which we can build meaningful and deep relationships. This will prove difficult in a culture of instant gratification. Deep relationships don’t blossom overnight. It must be nurtured in love, respect, patience and commitment. There must be sustained conversations, even doing things together. There’s definitely much more to relationship building than can be discussed in this short essay, but it is hoped that this will be a springboard for us to reflect deeper on our relationships and how we can treasure, build and deepen them.

04 July 2012

The winter of my soul

My eyes are greeted by a scene of resplendent white stretching on endlessly. Barren trees dot the view, their branches covered with snow flakes scattered down from the heavens. Earth and sky met in a tight embrace, entwining their substance in a seamless whole. All is still, as though holding its breath fearful that the sacred and delicate moment might disintegrate and fall apart. This is a place where time stood still--there is no hurry or being rushed.

Profound stillness hangs in the air. Silence. Emptiness.

Not a soul was in sight. It was as though civilization never existed. I am in a place so frightfully lonely. The peace was an illusion. No one would have thought this state of serendipity followed a fierce blizzard stretching across many days. It was living hell--only that fire was replaced by ice. Night was indistinguishable from day as hailstones which struck me without respite drew blood from fresh wounds which appeared faster than my body could heal. I tried curling into a fetal position but the merciless attacks went on without respite. I felt the stinging pain as each stone chipped away at my bloodied back.

Oh how I longed for death to overtake me. The heavens have retreated behind thick brass doors which did not permit my cries of desolation. I was helpless, left entirely at the mercy of the these impersonal agents of pain and suffering.

02 December 2011

Light as feathers

All is still on Google Docs and a layer of dust gathers over the blank entries which were supposed to be filled. Desolation slowly infuses the stale and still air as two individuals who have covenanted to be of mutual encouragement abandoned the common space.

"Let's be intentional about our faith" said which such gusto now rings with deep hollowness. Its memory stands erect with accusing fingers and fiery eyes which bore deep into my conscience. You have abandoned your calling and capitulated to the demands of the world! You ran off with the prostitutes of work and other commitments that have distracted you and led you far away.

"Shaun, I have created a google document for us to encourage each other with a short reflection from our daily reading of Acts." This followed an agreement to read through the book of Acts together. We would meditatively reflect on a chapter each day without fail and write a short reflection. Two weeks was all it took before I began to procrastinate uploading my daily reflections. I started to lag behind by a day and soon, a whole week went by without a single entry. When the looming examinations raised the heat and demanded all my time, this became the sacrificial lamb which was offered to the idol of good grades. Shaun probably took his cue from me and began to slack off too. The fault is solely mine to bare as I have taken on the responsibility of discipling him and my own lack of discipline and hypocrisy have finally made themselves visible.

Now that my exams are over and I returned to view the document, guilt washes over me and I am once again reminded how light my words are. Commitments and promises so easily roll of my tongue, but they carry no weight. They are lighter than feathers--inconsequential and hence meaningless. I need to set my own affairs in order before I deign to tell Shaun how to order his. Let this be a sombre lesson to persist and be intentional.

Please keep me accountable on this issue

26 October 2011

This and that side of the fence

Water sustains life, but it can also take it away--often very mercilessly. The recent flood which engulfed many parts of Thailand bears witness to the fearsome destructive power of rushing water.

Looking through numerous photos of the aftermath broke my heart. Desperation, material deprivation, wasted livestock, caged pigs trapped as water levels rose converged in a heart-wrenching account of suffering. I can never fully understand the intense pain, agony and total helplessness they are forced to endure. Pain and pleasure have indeed been unequally distributed.

Natural disasters peel back the veneer of our presumed mastery over the created order to reveal vulnerable and bruised people. Worse still, those severely affected by these unforgiving upheavals are the poor and unimportant people who the government has no regard and use for. Help and relief aid are slow and begrudgingly given. At best, the government puts up a show for the benefit of good publicity before the global media. Why should the government exert itself? After all, these people won't be able to return the favor.

This happens on the other side of the fence. The poor are invisible to us here on this side of things. They are stripped of their names, faces and histories. Their lives are flattened into disjointed pictures and breaking news that flash on our glossy flat screen TVs in between entertainment programs. Scenes of destruction and poverty are quickly inundated by adverts cajoling us to buy the latest goods or subscribe to new services that promise to place us a cut above the rest. We are constantly subjected to an unending stream of random info-bytes and trivia. Is it any wonder why we have become so distracted, mindless and restless? We are so addicted to entertainment that we feel empty when these are taken away, even for a day. Our frenzied scurrying around and unceasing transition from one form of stimulus to another conceals the yawning emptiness at the center of our lives.

Secure in our material comfort and distracted by the unceasing entertainment afforded by technology (i.e. 24 hr movie channels, iPhone game apps and etc), the plight of our unfortunate neighbors becomes merely a blip in our overly stimulated consciousness. Is this what we as Christians should be in response to God's command to love God and neighbor? I think not!

In indicting others, I point the accusing finger at myself. Have I fallen into the same state of over stimulation and distractedness? I think the answer is yes.

Viewing the plight of the Thais has once again enliven my desire to distance myself from the maddening and oppressive clout of media-saturated living. I would like to reaffirm my commitment not to give in to watching TV (especially soap operas) as it fosters a trivializing attitude, intellectual sloth and disengagement. I also do not want it to shape my world and perceptions. In short, I want to intentional about the influences I allow into my life.

Taking time to pray for others, especially for people in different parts of the world experiencing injustice and material lack puts myself in a position of allowing God to prod and shape me. Extending hospitality and help to others enable me to see my own weakness and vulnerability in others and so guard against arrogance and pride.

Also, I desire to be intentional in the way I communicate. It takes effort and practice to avoid the doublespeak that plagues our government and media and to speak candidly, openly and responsibly so that my words enlighten and build up rather than obfuscate and enslave.

Help me oh Lord.

12 October 2011

A grief re-observed


 Ticking clocks can be pretty frightening when they reminded me how quickly a full year has made a quiet exit through the inconspicuous rear door of history. Not even the train of her gown was seen disappearing through the doorway.

Whenever I hear your favorite hymn or lovingly behold your 'corner', I picture your small frame and the gentle smile that pulled back wrinkled folds of skin to reveal a cheerful countenance. Though you were gone before I could say goodbye, your presence has never left my heart. Your loving memory will remain embellished in my affections.

I cannot help but release a long sigh and allow tears to flow freely. Like a thin scab over a gaping wound, my emotions are still raw and tender even after so many months. This is how much you really mattered to me.

May you rest in peace and full assurance till our Lord returns.

10 October 2011

Technopolis' Shrine

"Technical civilization is man's conquest of space. It is a triumph frequently achieved by sacrificing an essential ingredient of existence, namely, time. In technical civilization, we expend time to gain space. To enhance our powers in the world of space is our main objective. Yet to have more does not mean to be more. The power we attain in the world of space terminates abruptly at the borderline of time. But time is the heart of existence." 

Abraham Heschel did not live to witness the turn of the 21st century, or the explosion of information (misinformation rather) into every nook and corner of our consciousness. Though separated by time, his polemic continues to haunt our modern conscience. The urgency of his plea needs fresh hearing in a world obsessed with speed, efficiency and accomplishment. In a bid to maximize time by packing as much activities into each second of our waking hours, we have ironically sacrificed the very thing we sought to preserve.

Reading Heschel's seminal work once again brought me to reflect on my uncritical allegiance to the modern criterion of efficiency. It has weaved so seamlessly into the fabric of my life that it is no longer confined to simply desiring to complete each task quickly. Were it so, I might have had less cause for alarm. Yet as it stands, efficiency has evolved into a powerfully entrenched idol that holds sway over my entire outlook and constitutes the driving force of my life. It has colored my perception of people and has raised an oppressive yardstick against which I measure everyone and everything.

I have hence embraced an unconscious position where a person's worth is acknowledged based on productivity or accomplishments. Hence, it becomes second nature to disregard those whose station in life are lower than mine. Hence, the clerk at the check out counter or a beggar on the street can be treated with disdain and disrespect. On another level, the obsession with accomplishments fuels the gnawing sense of insecurity concerning my self worth and drives me deeper into a frenzy about needing to produce or prove myself. It also makes me envious and bitter towards those who are more successful. The idol of efficiency and the struggle for security distorts the way I perceive my neighbor and jettisons my ability to love him/her.

On a broader scale, the conviction that human worth is unevenly distributed, if brought to its logical conclusions, justifies oppressive practices of ethnocentrism, racism and hatred that condone the subjugation of supposedly inferior human groups under their supposedly more advanced counterparts. We see instances of this in the regrettable and objectionable behavior of western imperialism where white men deigned to lord it over their helpless colonial subjects. In the new world, ancestors of today's Americans perpetrated the horrendous genocide of the aboriginal community and actively practiced racial segregation.

The bible firmly critiques this oppressive and tragic outworking of human sin by affirming that every individual, no matter how deformed or degraded, is a vehicle of the divine. Each human stands equal as bearers of the image of the King of kings and Lord of lords. This rightful view of self and neighbor breaks the yoke of our instrumental attitude toward others and sustains an equalizing force that brings us down from our high horses. We are liberated by this understanding to celebrate the uniqueness of each person and to love them for who they are rather than what they can possibly do for us.

The biblical worldview breaks down the idols of efficiency and accomplishment as the criteria for our relationships. It brings us back to the essence of our lives--time. In acknowledging the infinite worth of each person and the call to love them, we are compelled to set aside the need to prove ourselves and invest our lives (the currency of which is time) in building up others. In doing so, we regain a proper regard and experience of time.

This is an important aspect of what it means to be a Christian and one that leaves much to be desired in my life. Lord, teach me to stop valuing others by the very standards I know to be vacuous and enslaving. Help me celebrate the uniqueness of the people around and cease projecting my expectations onto them.

07 October 2011

'I' is a fearsome foe

Every eye must weep alone
Till I will be overthrown.

But I will can be removed,
Not having sense enough
To guard against I know,
But I will can be removed.

Then all I's can meet and grow,
I Am become I Love
I Have Not I am Loved,
Then all I's can meet and grow.

Till I will be overthrown
Every eye must weep alone.

(W. H. Auden)

When sleep fled and I was alone in the darkness that enfolded my room, I could faintly make out the iridescent stars scattered along the walls. An inexplicable heaviness weighed in and I was acutely aware of the dull aches in my back--pulsating to the beat of an inaudible melody. My mind, suddenly alive, took flight into a different realm, bringing in tow a string of random thoughts, regrets, hopes and fragmented dreams.

What does the future hold? Where will I be a few years down the road? Will I become someone important in life? These and a thousand other questions inundated my conscious mind. How addictive it was to indulge in fantasies that stoke the ego and built grand monuments in celebration of the self.

The glorified 'I' decked in splendor reaches out for supremacy.

"I am and there is none besides me!"

How terrifying these words sound! It marks the start of a steep nosedive into a bottomless abyss. What a cruel twist of irony where the unending quest for self leads to its ultimate demise.

Why then do these voices continue to hypnotize and enchant me? The glorious Kingdom of God appears distant and ephemeral, overshadowed by the glitzy appeal of the present age. My heart and mind are suspended between two realities and the tension is draining the life from within. Mammon appears to be winning in this cosmic tug of war and my will feels drugged and crippled.

Rise again oh my soul, and let Thy will be done in my life. Christ has defeated the principalities and powers of the world.