With the advent of the Information Age, the internet has become an invaluable and indispensable tool in everyday life of the average person. The Information Age is aptly named, considering the vast amount of information that has become available at any person’s finger tips at any time. With companies like Google, who have more or less made a map of the internet, and the internet being an excellent place to start an uncommon niche community, an unbelievably vast percentage of all of human knowledge has been documented. Over 20 years ago, people had to go to a library to learn about many things, or watch a documentary, or read the news. Now, you can simply “google” the related topic and find a wealth of information for whatever subject you could possibly imagine.

With the internet, the amount of information that there is so vast that there is no possible way you could learn even a tenth (and that’s being generous) of it in your lifetime. With all this information, would it not be an excellent tool for the human race to become educated, and for the human race to advance scholastically?

The cultural implications of the internet, and how it has affected the human brain, cannot possibly be comprehended yet, due to insufficient time. However, I would like to go over some points.

With the nature of the internet, anyone with a server can own a webpage. It’s a public forum, for you to do anything you please, within legal boundaries of your own country. It’s also relatively poorly regulated, as it is new technology that has permeated into society and the nature of the beast makes it something very hard to regulate. With that said, if there is any niche you’re interested in, there are almost always communities on the internet to fill that niche, filled with like-minded people. Many art-forms have become (illegally) free, such as music, movies, television, and video games. The point of this exposition is to explain the mind-boggling amount of things that there are for a person to do on the internet. Any book you’re interested in can be downloaded. Any movie you’re interested in can be streamed from a website. Any album you’ve can be easily downloaded. The amount of ways to entertain yourself on the internet are so insanely vast, and for a lot of people, it has become a one-size-fits-all kind of device, where they get their primary form of entertainment.

Any form of entertainment is now instantaneous, assuming your internet connection is decent enough. Otherwise, you may have to wait a couple of hours, depending on what you’re downloading. With so much different entertainment, anyone can be amused if they go to the right place.

With all this said, there is also so much knowledge to be had in the internet, as I’ve said before. Further more, it’s also an amazing tool to spread the word, so to speak. Civil rights activists in the 60’s would have killed for a tool like this, where it’s so easy to organize anything you could possibly imagine. It’s as simple as making an event on Facebook and linking it to a few civil rights activists pages.

I’m actually not comfortable finishing this, because the point I want to make is something I want to research more and have a better knowledge base of it before I talk about it. I don’t really know, I just felt like writing something that’s important to me and I want to do it right. So I’ll come back to this later.

what is this strange thing called tumblr

just gonna post a video a day i think

Oh, how vile it is to exemplify pain. There are few constants in life, and one that I find most profound is our ability to hurt others and not even think about it. Many people will say they’re not guilty of such a thing, but clearly they don’t know themselves. No matter how gentle your touch is, your hands will always crush someone. It is a heavy burden, to bruise unknowingly, to cause that pang of hurt in others.

I hear the whispers of those that I have hurt in the past; not only through accidents, but knowingly. My hands are dipped into sorrow, and my hands are my brush, painting a canvas of misery. A figure there, a figure here…each day, my canvas grows, more silhouettes I wish I could brush away, more silhouettes who I wish I could assuage their misery. It’s all the past, though. One’s actions can never be taken away; our actions are what makes us, the core of our character, the foundation of our lives. My hands shake; I try to hold gently, but I can already see the bruises forming, feel the bruises forming.

The bruises will leave. They will be forgotten, or forgiven. But my hands never forget. The feel of each bruise is fresh on my mind. I remember every little detail put into the bruises, as I am their creator. Somebody that strives so hard to be gentle, that leaves a wake of melancholy in their path.

How could I ever forget such a thing? More figures to the canvas are added. Even in memory, I can clearly see the bruises, I can clearly feel them, just with a simple brush. I become more and more bitter, realizing that my hands were never meant to create beauty.

No, these are the hands of a human. My hands are stained with the very existence of others. One may try to walk across the tightrope that is not hurting others, but if there is one thing I have learned, they will always fall.

If there is one thing, though, it is my infallible tenacity. The shadows nip at my feet, daring me to fall, almost yearning for my failure. Past visages of people that no longer exist, people that today, are barely recognizable from these silhouettes. No, the burden is mine, not theirs any more. I am branded thoroughly, with no spot left unmarked. The people I have hurt are long over what I have done.

Sometimes, though, I don’t think I ever will be.