Tell me what you see, what you feel. Teach me to see with your eyes.
With our mutations and evolutions we have developed language(s). With language, we have learned to express what we see, what we sense, what we wish. With language, we draw maps for others to follow. With language, we construct our universe.
In Dante's time, people wrote in Latin. The official communication, especially for literate people, was Latin. He chose to write in Italian, thus elevating street language to a new status. That simple declaration allowed many more people to read his work, to expand their understanding of Heaven, Purgatory and Hell.
We have seen a similar movement in our life time. Blogging. (I know, this is quite a stretch. Indulge me.) Blogging has become the official communication among friends and strangers, along with twitter, facebook, email, texting, mobile, and indie music. Not a day passes that we don't get on the web and talk to someone, share recipes, products, pictures, poetry, household remedies. We can't stop talking. We need it as much as oxigen.
In Dante's time, during a major pestilence that killed more people than most wars, minds worried about the afterlife. Daily life provided minimum subtinance without Faith and belief in an afterlife.
Today, I consulted with Web/Md before breakfast, with my Associations' representative in another state before I had my second cup of coffee, left a text message for my son in California, reached my pharmacist with a stroke, and my investment adviser in Geneva with one click. I have one device that allows me to do many tasks no matter where I sit or stand. Instant news/chatter/information has shrink-wrapped my universe and yours.
In a few minutes, Canada, Australia, England, Africa, Philippines, United Kingdom, Italy, Germany, France, as well as the rest of this nation will receive my blog and talk back to me. I don't worry about disturbing anybody's life. We come and go, sleep and eat at different times. But, we can reach each other all the time.
Columbus had no idea!
So, this was a stretch, I admit.
Set me straight, won't you. Talk me down. Or, just talk to me.
