We shape the world and the world shapes us.
The Minotaur terrorizing the labyrinth of the Internet
is not so much the commercialization of Eros into mere
pornography, or the corruption of news into more
entertainment. Nor is it the horror of the potential
theft of one’s identity, or even the threat of all-out
cyberwar. No. The beast at the heart of the Web—
devouring whole the minds of countless youths and maids—
is the endless chain of clicked upon distraction leading
nowhere.
Clearly, the thread which leads out of this maze is
not more technology, or the imposition of more blocks
and controls. Certainly, it is something more like awareness,
or the timeless practice of meditation. Here, there is observation
of the fact of distraction. One simply looks both ways, both
outwardly (what) and inwardly (why), all at once,
and one click at a time.