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“The Silicon Tower of Babel”
The over utilization of technology, its abuse, is unweaving humanity at the seams. Human health, sanity, and spirituality are under attack. The boom of accessibility over technology has increasingly subtracted from the frequency of face to face human interaction as well as human interaction with nature. The result is a declining emotional and psychological health and a ******* of spiritual values. Each individual who values holistic health should limit the time he or she spends using technology that isolates them to less than twenty-four hours in a week. They should make more purposeful efforts toward interacting with nature daily and for periods of at least an hour at a time. Lastly, these individuals should labor to replace reclusive technologies with modes of technology that encourage face to face and group social interaction such as movies, Skype, etc.
Self-limitation of the use of isolating technology will begin to correct the twisting of our spiritual values and the social and physiological damage that has been caused by the overuse and abuse of technology. In James T. Bradley’s review of Joel Garreau’s book discussion of radical evolution, called “Odysseans of the twenty first century”, Bradley quotes Garreau when he says that technology will result in human transcendence. In “Odysseans” it is said that “The nature of transcendence will depend upon the character of that which is being transcended—that is, human nature.”  James. T Bradley, scholar and author of this peer reviewed journal says that “When we’re talking about transhumanism, we’re talking about transcending human nature. . .  One notion of transcendence is that you touch the face of God. Another version of transcendence is that you become God.”  This is a very blatant ******* of the roles of God and man. When the created believes it can attain the greatness of its creator, and reach excellence and greatness on par with its God, it has completely reversed the essence of spirituality. This results in the ability to justify the “moral evolution of humankind” according to Odysseans. And this “moral evolution” often results in “holy wars”. In “Man in the age of technology” by Umberto Galimberti of Milan, Italy, written for the Journal of Analytical Psychology in 2009, technology is revealed to be “no longer merely a tool for man’s use but the environment in which man undergoes modifications.” Man is no longer using technology. Man is no longer affecting and manipulating technology to subdue our environments. Technology is using, affecting, and manipulating the populace; it is subduing humankind into an altered psychological and spiritual state.
Technology, in a sense, becomes the spirituality or the populace. It replaces nature and the pure, technologically undefiled creation as the medium by which the common man attempts to reach the creator. The common man begins to believe in himself as the effector of his Godliness. Here there is logical disconnect. People come to believe that what they create can connect them to the being that created nature. They put aside nature and forget that it is an extension of the artist that created it. Technology removes man from nature (which would otherwise force an undeniable belief in a creator) and becomes a spiritual bypass. “According to “The Only Way Out Is Through: The Peril of Spiritual Bypass” by Cashwell, Bentley, and Yarborough, in a January 2007 issue of Counseling and Values, a scholarly and peer reviewed psychology journal, “Spiritual bypass occurs when a person attempts to heal psychological wounds at the spiritual level only and avoids the important (albeit often difficult and painful) work at the other levels, including the cognitive, physical, emotional, and interpersonal. When this occurs, spiritual practice is not integrated into the practical realm of the psyche and, as a result, personal development is less sophisticated than the spiritual practice (Welwood, 2000). Although researchers have not yet determined the prevalence of spiritual bypass, it is considered to be a common problem among those pursuing a spiritual path (Cashwell, Myers, & Shurts, 2004; Welwood, 1983). Common problems emerging from spiritual bypass include compulsive goodness, repression of undesirable or painful emotions, spiritual narcissism, extreme external locus of control, spiritual obsession or addiction, blind faith in charismatic leaders, abdication of personal responsibility, and social isolation.”  Reverting back to frequent indulgence in nature can begin to remedy these detrimental spiritual, social, and physiological effects.  If people as individuals would choose to daily spend at least an hour alone in nature, they would be healthier individuals overall.
  Technology is often viewed as social because of its informative qualities, but this is not the case when technologies make the message itself, and not the person behind the message, the focus.  To be information oriented is to forsake or inhibit social interaction.  Overuse of technology is less of an issue to human health if it is being overused in its truly social forms. Truly social forms of technology such as Skype and movies viewed in public and group settings are beneficial to societal and personal health. According to a peer-reviewed study conducted by John B. Nezlek, the amount and quality of one’s social interactions has a direct relationship to how positively one feels about one’s self. Individual happiness is supported by social activity.
Abuse of technology is a problem because it results in spiritual *******.  It points humanity toward believing that it can, by its own power, become like God.  Abuse of technology inclines humanity to believe that human thoughts are just as high as the thoughts of God. It is the silicon equivalent of the Tower of Babel.  It builds humanity up unto itself to become idols. In extreme cases overuse of technology may lead to such megalomania that some of humanity may come to believe that humanity is God.  Technology is a spiritual bypass, a cop-out to dealing with human inability and depravity. The misuse of technology results in emotional and psychological damage. It desensitizes and untethers the mind from the self. It causes identity crises. Corruption of technology from its innately neutral state into something that negatively affects the human race results in hollow social interactions, reclusion, inappropriate social responses, and inability to understand social dynamics efficiently.
It may appear to some that technology cannot be the cause of a large-scale social interrupt because technology is largely social. However, the nature of technology as a whole is primarily two things: It is informational; it is for use of entertainment. Informational technology changes the focus of interaction from the messenger to the message. Entertainment technology is, as a majority, of a reclusive nature.
Readers may be inclined to believe that nature is not foundational to spirituality and has little effect on one’s spiritual journey, it is best to look through history. Religions since the beginning of time have either focused on nature or incorporated nature into their beliefs. Animists believe that everything in nature has a spirit. Native American Indians like the Cherokee believe that nature is to be used but respected. They believe that nature is a gift from the Great Spirit; that earth is the source of life and all life owes respect to the earth. Christians believe that it is the handiwork of God, and a gift, to be subdued and used to support the growth and multiplication, the prosperity and abundance of the human race.
In a society that has lost touch with its natural surroundings it is sure that some believe that nature has little effect on health, as plenty of people live lives surrounded by cities and skyscrapers, never to set foot in a forest or on red clay and claim perfect health. However, even in the states of the least contact possible with nature, nature has an effect on human health. The amount of sunlight one is exposed to is a direct factor in the production of vitamin D. Vitamin D deficiency has been determined to be linked to an increased likelihood of contracting heart disease, and is a dominant factor in the onset of clinical depression. Nature has such a drastic effect on human health that the lack of changing season and sunlight can drive individuals to not only depression, but also suicide. This is demonstrated clearly when Alaska residents, who spend half a year at a time with little to no sunlight demonstrate a rate of suicide and clinical depression diagnoses remarkably higher than the national average.
Dependence on technology is engrained in our society, and to some the proposed solution may not seem feasible. They find the idea of so drastically limiting technology use imposing. They do not feel that they can occupy their time instead with a daily hour of indulgence in nature. For these individuals, try limiting isolating technology use to 72 hours a week, and indulging in nature only three times a week for thirty minutes. Feel free to choose reclusive technology over social technologies sometimes, but do not let technology dominate your life. Make conscious efforts to engage in regular social interactions for extended periods of time instead of playing Skyrim or Minecraft. Watch a movie with your family or Skype your friends. Use technology responsibly.
To remedy the effects of the abuse of technology and the isolations of humanity from nature, individuals should limit their reclusive technology use to 24 hours in a week’s time, indulge in nature for an hour daily, and choose to prefer truly social technologies over reclusive technologies as often as possible. In doing so, individuals will foster their own holistic health. They will build and strengthen face-to-face relationships. They will, untwist, reconstruct and rejuvenate their spirituality. They will be less likely to contract emotional or social disorders and will treat those they may already struggle with.  So seek your own health and wellbeing. Live long and prosper.
A one thousand page hymn
singing from lotus petal pages
bound on hummingbird wings

Subtle energies
unfolding, unfurling
unwinding within

Celestial prophecies
unrooting in elements
of oceans of water of air

Gaia and Uranus
blooming from
aetheric nests

Subterranean spelunking
unweaving a gossamer cloak
from plumes of the Red-Tailed Hawk
Written in Encinitas, CA at the Lotus Cafe
Renée C Aug 2015
carbon date me.
trace me back to my beginning.
my inception.

find the catalyst that brought me to this point.
to the me that exists in this moment
on this day

this point in the linear graph titled "MY LIFE"

trace it...
back.
back...
wait. stop.
there

that's it.
the metamorphosis point.
the moment this me began.

the unfolding of potentials,
the unweaving of my chrysalis.
the opening of avenues of thought and energy.

right... there.
see?

it's you.
Juliet Casso Jun 2011
Diluted promises- watered down with doubt and wandering flesh
Jagged kisses pierce your throat and I have no bandage to place upon you
I was the bandage.  And now I must peel away
Quick, as not to inflict continued pain.  

But remember- pain is human
Or is it soul?
Soul is absent
Feathered and dusty
Everywhere and nowhere.  

Each weaving must unweave
And unwoven takes another form
But separate.  Two lines uncrossed.
Miles away from you and me

I whisper and it sounds too loud
My ears bleed for your departure
My heart aches for the end
My eyes are blind and I fumble around
Trying to capture the fraying leftovers
That have gone cold in our hands,

But I’ve lost my appetite for you
And I spit up your words
I’m sick on your lies
And I’d rather die hungry
Then full of your ****. And empty from your love.
Tessa Marie Jul 2016
It ends tonight- The all-American rejects

Your subtleties

They strangle me
I can't explain myself at all.
And all the wants
And all the needs
All I don't want to need at all.

The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.

A falling star
Least I fall alone.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
You're finding things that you didn't know
I look at you with such disdain

The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Now I'm on my own side
It's better than being on your side
It's my fault when you're blind
It's better that I see it through your eyes

All these thoughts locked inside
Now you're the first to know

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends

When darkness turns to light
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight won't make this right
It's too late to fight
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.

Tonight
Insight
When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight.
Melissa Rose Jan 2018
“Can u see me?” I wondered
As I followed your gaze
This seeker of validation
required acceptance and praise

I would lash out in anger
or be innocent and sweet
Whatever got me noticed
I aimed to please

My tears were never good enough
my sadness out of place
Not allowed to express my feelings
as fear and anguish blemished my face

When the energy began to build
I learned to scream and shout
It was the only way I knew
I could get my feelings out

A child craving acceptance
in a jail cell I called home
I longed to be acknowledged
where I always felt alone

A quarter century later
I have set myself free
The jailer was found guilty
the judge and jury destined to be me
ravendave Dec 2016
She waits. Her hands,
weaving, unweaving.

Lovers' entreaties
curling her ears.

The suitors yearn for skin on skin.
Not a single one gets in.

Still her fingers,
working, unworking.

Waiting for her husband,
the twenty year journeyman.

The lovers renew their pleas.
"Just you wait," she

tells her hands,
fingers weaving, unweaving.

"****** and Wisdom
will settle the score."

Soon, all weaving ended.
Her husband's arrows
darkened the air.

The suitors died for skin on skin.
Not a single one got in.
You were a good thing for a wonderful period of time
And then you were a terrible thing for a long period of time

And it was this
Watching you change and our tangled lives slowly unweaving themselves from each other
Which taught me the beginning of the complexities of human beings
Aisrah Misch Mar 2015
Penelope must have felt this way.
Weaving in the morning,
unweaving at night.
This threadwork of colors
forming, unforming
rolling, unrolling
running stitches, leaving holes,
loose, loose tiny holes.

I begin our story,
stop midway. Wasting
ink. Wasting
paper. Killing
trees. Hanging
my right hand in the air. Creaking
the door is. Only
it is the wind.

Holding out until your homecoming.
Michael Joseph Jun 2016
There are no lights after sunsets
no small talks, no masquerades,
no wavy lights pretending,
no hazy smokes, no darkness.
everything circling reality.

with echoing laughter at night
once slaughtered sights of sleep
undressed the veil, unveiling horns
I was walking in the dark to deep
-there I lost my wings, and fell

for once, we are one in the dark
in memories too soon forgotten
no vivid sights, but echoes
to the heart or to the soul
inside our small earth, enveloping

the night, once innocent
with the dawning of every soul
once a place of redemption
now with fire burning beatings
of  hearts unwinged uncoiled.

and our laughters kept going
like a duet of curses in the air,
a song of the world, of reality
of the unweaving of the soul
once masked, now true.
I wrote this poem to the love I was hoping to have.
Nathan Machesky Feb 2013
Isn't it crazy
How we'll burn a wall for a picture.
Isn't it crazy
How we'll waste life  for a scripture
Yeah, it's crazy
but we all grow a little bit sicker
Yeah, it's crazy
but the path doesn't get clearer

We're all just ficticious stories
unweaving our beginnings
to write our own ends

As ink runs out
to stories from blood filled pens
we'll wonder if we really ever got to blend
A W Bullen Sep 2020
he sounds
her name..

it resonates

it focuses
on all she is..

this
love betides
her guiding speak,
her plainsong, warm
philosophies,

inseparable
and binding...

and what
she gives is
immeasurable

a
pleasurable
unweaving of
that self-perceiving
lie,
leaving him
stripped, yet
unashamed

but dying,

dying
to live like
this forever...
Larry Potter Jul 2018
Fears, they creep
Like vines of thorns
They entangle
And reticulate
What was once a fertile core
Now a bed of insipid desires
Languishing in the intricate labyrinth
Of this dreaded thicket
Full of inner demons  
And self-made monsters.

There's beauty in the horrors
Of its growing corruption
A tapestry of dark emotions
Writhing like hungry worms
Eating this barren soil from inside out
These braids of nightmares
And violent delights
Unweaving
And unraveling
The most sinister miscreations.

I'd clutch the noxious brambles
And let these torments nurture
The toxic vegetation
As it flourishes into
A garden of hysteria
Echoing woes and
Weeping regrets
Until it sees
The light of day
That never came.
Viola Feb 2016
I am a butterfly
Unweaving my cocoon
Like a weavers loom
I am unraveling my silken thread
To shed the intricate prison
That I have been in
I am beginning
To grow
But I have to push my wings to learn to fly
It will only be shortly
Before I die
I must enjoy this beauty in brevity
To defy gravity and fly
I must push myself heavily
To reach the sky
I spent so long trapped on the ground
And I have only so much time
To enjoy this freedom I have found
Andrew Crawford Dec 2016
Often the intensity of my emotions sickens me;
nerves diseased, tangled fray of countless neuroses
dragged through fragments of debris,
frustration’s fangs still teething-
bones betrayed, befittingly treasoned,
in suffering, seizing for reason.
Unrest, can’t relieve between tension’s jaws
starved ravenous and thieving;
symphony of knives all slicing,
incisions slashing, screaming.
Lost through leprous lesions, lacerated,
logic left hemorrhaging, flooding, and leaving;
broken blanket of my flesh bastions nothing but
absence for strands unweaving…
and yet I must gather ground by leaning on aggrieving.
Capitulated into the dark of evening,
for want of sleep and tomorrow towards reprieving;
surrendered into night for dreaming.
About struggling with mental illness
Graff1980 Jul 2016
We walk alone
unweaving the believing
wavering fools
who play tools
to master makers
those money takers
pious fakers.

We walk the road
of learned truths,
pursuing those who
inspire us to do
better.

We walk alone
but sometimes
paths converge.
Parallel voices are heard.
The pain recedes.
Hope no longer retreats
and we are free
to be temporarily
together.

We walk alone
and that is how we die.
No matter how hard we try,
even when we fly
we fall down
to the ground
flaming comet crashing
crushing the crust
and cutting deeper.

Thus departs
the hearts of seekers
walking all alone
especially into their own
dark death.
Aditya Oct 2018
Laying on the cushion of Dreams,
Engulfed by Darkness,
A silence full of Screams,
Memories flashing amid Blindness.

The ruffle of soft Cotton,
A creaking of wooden Legs,
Lifting the emotional Curtain,
Unweaving all the mind's Threads.

From the corner of the Eyes,
Slowly taking its Form,
Pain appeared in Disguise,
Unable to hold an Inner Storm.

A cushion of broken Dreams,
Stained by haunting Grief,
Mustering up a new Scheme,
’Tis time to turn over a new Leaf.
No matter where you are, what you do, what you've lost — you are still ALIVE !
This is the most important thing among all the burdens you carry on your shoulders. You are alive, therefore YOU CAN. Whatever the struggle, you CAN battle through it all.ove your Life and feel that heartbeat. If you feel that thump, you CAN change whatever it is that stains your dream cushion. Be the Dreamer and love yourself
Ashly Kocher Mar 2018
When the dust settles
You all will see
I left my mark on the world
For everyone to see
Magical memories
Of the visions of me

Spreading the pixie dust of my mind
Unweaving the inner workings of my brain
Connecting the dots,
Creating a special moment,
Writings of feelings, life and friends,
Creating words at random,
Writing raw and imaginative poems,
Making my mark in at least one persons heart...
             For everyone to see that
                        This is me
I’m raw and unedited. I usually write on the fly in a couple mins when the times passes me by. I may not be amazing or make sense half the time but this me spreading my story one step at a time.
Luna Dec 2017
the sky so golden so pure
the red the gold the auburn hue
glowing so brightly
hidden eyes
of the ones so true
the rain falls on the wicked and the good
it can be me or it can be you

the weather does not discriminate
good bad mediocre it dont care your all wet
youre all set for ups or downs
for crowns or crows
for snakes and arrows

when love and intimacy means everything

you dont need a ring
to define love wins
to define

love means

life lived and learned
or life lived but never learned
which ever you perfer
what ever your quirks
life has its twerks
of unwinding
unweaving
of showing reason
even in the harshest of season
Advent Mar 2020
Some days your mind floats like dandelions,
wandering aimlessly
on and on.

Like magic,
like dust,
like time you cannot touch–
you are lost in your universe
crushing dreams and unweaving expectations

Until suddenly,
gravity pulls you back
into your sheets.

Your eyes,
hostaged in reality,
come back in its consciousness

You wake up,
let a tear drop,
and feel bad for breathing.
Alice Lovey Apr 2018
Stay with me.
"Be" with me.
Your hand lost in mine.
The silence a sign
Of unrequited fine whine.
The same clear tears,
Shed over years.
Does it ever get better?

Seek solace in me,
Warm bodies pressed.
I'm on some quest,
Endless and repressed.
To find "you,"
Whoever you are.
The comfort I need.
Accompanied
By supposed mind-read.
And then to my delusion
I am remarried.

Your hands must be lost in mine.
Because I can no longer bear this vine
Untangling, uncoiling, unweaving and

Alone.
Always seeking something, somewhere.
Infamous one Aug 2019
Each day feeling further away
The master plan unweaving
Didn't go accordingly
Woke up older wiser than before
So many life lessons learned
From wild child to composed
Reserved more selective
Holding back any actions
Feels like others judge
Made to look crazy in phase
More determined anxious than ever
Staying clever focused on being better
Always putting other first
Give them the best try to bring it out
Over taking on the worse
Set in those wicked ways
Travis Green Nov 2021
I watch the sun rise
In your shining hazel eyes
Found myself lapsing
Into outer extremities
Beyond the countryside
Where I reside
I find superlative beauty
In your eternally delectable land

All I want to do was gawp
At your consuming hotness
Let the day pass away
As stayed daydreaming
About kissing your ritzy, thick lips
Take my time unweaving
Your handsomeness
Your myriad manliness

Sift my fingers through
Your captivatingly vigorous
And silky black beard
Sink into every ebullient
Entrance within you
As I find myself loving you more
All the imagination and sweetness
Intermixed in your existence
All the luscious red and pink roses
That grow and flourish
In the gardens of your gorgeousness

You got me trapped in a time loop
So utterly hooked on the way
You radiate sensual magic
How you send me into tempting
Trails of ecstasy that makes
It hard to not breathe in your heat

Boy, you got me going and coming
Ebbing and flowing, slipping into
Into treasures oceans pervading
With fantasies of what I want us to be
Fusing our illuminating and unfailing flames
Embracing whatever ensues
Knowing that where we are
Is where we are supposed to be
Travis Green Sep 2021
He was a **** superstorm allurer
Taking me further away
To ecstatically electric dwellings
His lips drenched in steaminess
His eyes unweaving my kingdom
Journeying through my innerness
Allow his magic to mesmerize
My artistically made physique
Andrew Sep 2020
I went out to explore the night with my mind
Very delicately unweaving the onerous stitches of fear
To become as free as the wind, or say as free
As a bird in the wind. The thought of winter hung over
The town like an approaching glacier being
Very eminent, but not precisely clear, as if to leave us
In a state of perpetual dread (is pure freedom free
Of fear?) and grinding out the light. I wanted it to be
Then that I knew she loved me, walking beneath
The trees like giant balloons in the lampshade light
Swaying overhead, sipping in the night like
A fine cocktail before a fire, strolling through the
Streets and ally ways of the city brain. And perhaps it was then
When the lady whose car broke down outside of town
Asked for a place to stay was crying, that something
In the sky burst, like an explosion, seen but not felt.
The night was young, dependent on your age
And our love was young then too, much like
The first leaves of spring, or the first frost of winter.
Perhaps it was the intensity of the moment
The screaming cars, the vehement animosity
Of an open window, that lead me deeper into the
Mountains, walking beside a stream swollen
With the reflection of the loveliest of
Star blooms, the most delicate of flowers. It was then
And it wasn’t then. Just out of grasp, the mind reaching
Forward further.

— The End —