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Who's watching whom?

I came across this article:

http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/pascal-leboucq-lucas-de-man-eye-installation?utm_source=Urbanful+Master+List&utm_campaign=43b7b0c9d8-October_28_Daily_Subscribers%28b%29&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_fdf64fbc84-43b7b0c9d8-197325893



I really am intrigued by this. Ever since I first got a smart phone and watched the little blue dot move along the satellite imagery as I drove (I was a passenger in the car at the time) down I-10 near Baytown, Texas, I've been fascinated with the idea of who is watching me. My phone, which I carry around in my pocket, tells people where I've been, which shops I've entered, how long I spent there... It tells people how fast I traveled from A to B (which is kind of a scary thought!)... I know that the microphone on my phone can be accessed at any time - well, any time there's still power in the battery. The military uses this function to keep track of people on their pay roll - it's an innocuous ear to listen in on clandestine conversations.

But big brother aspects aside, I find it fascinating that we're all part of this huge real and virtual environment. We walk past people every day that we will never see again, and yet they've entered our consciousness. We were aware of them - on whatever level - for that split second, that moment in time... This changes the world as we know it. We - and they - will never be the same again.

We live in a world where things move very, very fast (not just me on the freeway). We should never lose sight of the human interactions that fill our lives with meaning, depth, and warmth. We should learn to put down the glowing screens and look at people in their glowing faces. And we should (perhaps most importantly of all) look for opportunities to quiet our minds and our souls, tuning out things that otherwise get in the way, and just be. I will admit that this is very difficult, but it's so very important.

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