air of Mozart (Da Ponte's words, in the C URIOS indiscreet ) begins with this invocation: " I would like to tell you, oh God, what is my trouble ... "invocation that often makes me think of none, for us ex-Christians, atheists, materialists, Buddhists ... so powerful and of a Speaker tireless, ready to welcome all our sorrows, memories, fears, desires that we would like to "deposit" because they are lost to us ... It is befitting that the words in the same air, so they continue: "... but the fate condemns me to cry and keep silent. " Absent God, alternatively, there are only writing the story, communication, records, all ways a trace (see the post on the trail 24 05, 2010 in this blog), and groped to put a stop to impermanence and oblivion, a memory store, prepare barriers against death, combat the transience of existence ... This may explain the huge amounts of mail, blogs, diaries, social networks for which, in a time when the image and the "hot media" seemed to have taken all the spaces, the writing has had an unpredictable surge, which made even talk of an explosion: even the phone means of voice communication has become, paradoxically, a writing instrument! Writing, storing, recording: the network becomes large, universal repository, accessible to all, where you can leave what is by nature ephemeral, the script remains ( scripta manent), the recordings provide the opportunity to recall when and what documents you want to become the most enduring of us. He knew Flaubert well when, at the end of his life, he said with a grudge against his own creation: "Je vais mourir et de cette pute Bovary goes vivre .
But this vast digital repository that fate will be? The documents collected here will not end up having a fate similar to what you have books and papers in libraries and archives where the dust settles on books and folders ever open? Thus, the "dust" may be new type, but not forgotten.
Given the peculiar nature of the new stores, however, you can forward a different hypothesis: it is not forbidden to think that supercomputers can, under a sort of evolutionary leap, reaching forms of consciousness, even self-consciousness. These billions of messages and records, the expression of all of our humble "troubles" (and not only the great works of reading, music, cinema ...), this would be the thoughts of a new digital God, everything would be preserved forever, nothing would be lost, our inner life redeemed. To our expectations of a religion of the future (see post of 06 2:13 05 2010), these thoughts can offer a fresh perspective, to say the reasons for hope, a word almost taboo. We continue, you continue to write, take pictures, record! Something could happen.
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