The Telephone and Television Age

  I write this far later than originally intended — maybe two years later. While I believe this piece belongs to the Oxygen Age, it is in such a perfect middle position that it no longer feels right to place it there. Besides, it's a befitting introduction to the Telephone and Television Age. While the main medium of this blog is supposed to be strictly audiovisual, I recognize that writing is often the skeleton of great stories told through motion and sound, and writing was the inspiration for this journey anyway.   A Short Guide to a First Death Dear reader, you may be falling through the big crack in the floor still, or perhaps you have already made acquaintance with death at the bottom of the well. Fear not; in any case two things are inevitable and inescapable: the terribly painful and long process of death, and the grandest of joys and reliefs in the peaceful days that follow it. Now! Do not be hasty and confuse this mercy for a permanent death; it is only a regene...

Before you look on through the Telephone and Television Age, you must know where it all came from. Before there is sound, before there is sight, there is word, there is thought. Such is the nature of the big beginning, an undying force in juvenile As, Bs and Cs and the unsophisticated flare up of neurons. Thought matures, solidifies, and remains at the very bottom of reality. It is so quick it appears to never move at all, and so it seems to lie down watching life flaunt its tangible colors and sensations above.  A human would subject themselves to great torment, yet even greater bliss of wonder, if they choose to not reach for one or the other: sweet, sweet sadistic life or formless and alluring though. The middle is not reserved for bodies and tender brains. Up, your spirit weakens with time, thirsty for ascendance and longing for peace, down your flesh deteriorates eventually, suffocated with questions and hungry for care. The middle could be your miraculous triumph: sanity and ...