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A Networker’s Nightmare

The is post is an adaptation of Howard Thurman’s “A Strange Freedom

It is a strange freedom to be adrift in the networked world of profiles without a sense of anchor anywhere. Always there is need of mooring, the need for the feed back that someone has heard you; that you are rooted in a place were others will see you. The urge to be accountable to someone, to know that beyond your screen there is an answer that must be given, cannot be denied. The post a man writes must be weighted in a balance held by another’s hand. The very spirit of a man tends to panic from desolation of going nameless up and down the Google, Spock or Wink rankings, where no Diggs greet and no friendly recognition makes secure. It is a strange freedom to be adrift in the world of profiles.

Always a way must be found for bringing into one’s solitary place the settled acknowledgment from another’s shout out, for getting the quiet sanction of another’s grace to undergrid the meaning of your avatar. To be ignored, to be passed over as of no account and of no meaning, is to be made into a phantom, a thing, not a living being. It is better to be the complete victim of an anger unrestrained and a wrath which knows no bounds, to be flamed and hacked without mercy or battered to a pulp by angry violence, then to be passed over as if one were not. Here at least one is dealt with, encountered, vanquished, or overwhelmed – but not ignored. It is a strange freedom to go nameless up and down the list of social networking platform rankings where no salutation greets and no sign is given to mark the place one calls one’s own.

The profile marks the claim a man stakes against the cyber world; it is the private banner under which he moves which is his right whatever else betides. The profile is a man’s water mark above which the tide can never rise. It is the thing he holds that keeps him in the way when every light has failed and every market has been destroyed. It is the rallying point around which a man gathers all that he means by himself. It is his announcement to all that he is present and accounted for in all areas of interest. To be made anonymous and to give to it the acquiescence of the heart is to live without life, for such a one, even death is not dying.

To be known, to be called by one’s handle, is to find one’s place and hold it against all the hordes of hell. This is to know one’s value, for one’s self alone. It is to honor an act as one’s very own, it is to live that is one’s very own, it is to bow before an altar that is one’s very own, it is to worship a god who is one very own.

It is a strange freedom to be adrift in the social networking world. to post with no accounting, to go nameless up and down the list of other minds where no salutation greets and no sign is given to mark the place one calls one’s own.

About Reputationist

When I started this blog in 2007 the following is what I was up to - things have changed - some. I'm what my handle states - an Oldude. The problem with this acknowledgment is my thinking and ambitions have not quite got the message of my "oldness". I've started an online Coaching practice and my rant is about how to improve long term happiness - For the World. My thing, I believe I can change the world - isn't that a hoot. The way I intend to change the world is to foster a wider and deeper appreciation for "mindfulness": The daring, flair and grace of Jayz; the political savvy of Cornel West; the creativity of Mos Def with the business and cultural daring of Richard Simmons. I've thought enough - being a philosopher of sorts - and trained hard with some of the sharpest minds ever on the planet - Cornel West and Michel Foucault to know the total absurdity of trying to change the world - but I do and I will. There it is showing my age again.

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