I was born on the soil of this world. I walked the face of it, for there was no other way to go. Just as I got used to it, someone found that we could ride horse and donkeys, and that they would carry us in carriages. But just as I got used to it, they found they could use steam and make boats and trains that would run by themselves. We could go on like this for days, through the internal combustion engine, jet power, rockets, electricity, you name it. Somewhere inside the heart of man lies a damper that he sometimes uses to shut off his desire for progress. No, it is not something new. Like that infernal internet, it is anything that is out of the ordinary. We must be careful and be aware that our infatuation with “nostalgia” is just that, an infatuation. It is merely our perception of a time past when we were particularly happy, or maybe just young. Nostalgia is not a sure sign of when things were good and now they are bad. It is just when they were different, and you were comfortable at the time. Remember when cars didn’t have seat belts? Then when they did, people swore to rebel and not fasten them. That thinking is more or less the same thinking that parallels “Russian roulette” - the game where you put a bullet in a revolver and hold it to your head and pull the trigger and see if the weapon fires. Sooner or later, your luck will run out. I am not saying that you have to jump on the band wagon with every new fad that comes out, Heavens no! Just be willing to investigate, and keep an open mind. I will use Facebook for an example. You know, that social media platform that was invented by the nerdy guy to help get dates from college girls; Mr. Zuckerberg. I have so many friends that cry that they have to get off it, it is ruining their lives, there is so much hate and discontent. Yes, there is that. But they have methods of blocking those people with that content. I have met so many new friends, old vets like myself, renewed acquaintances, and far away
