Dark Thoughts

Well, I finally managed to get in touch with my beloved, after more frustrating attempts at dialling out of this country. I initially got some message that the phone was off, and after a few more attempts managed to get in touch with her mum, and finally to call her at her work.

I feel lethargic and somewhat depressed, so I probably didn't come across well on the phone, but I do feel better having spoken to Jodie, as brief as it was. She's turned her phone back on again, much to my releif, so I can keep in touch with her with what is apparently the most reliable form of communication in the world SMS.

We've even had internet outages here on site, and when we are connected, webmail is agonizingly slow. The blog seems to be OK, but mainly because I can queue topics up in wbloggar and keep trying until it manages to post it.

It's frightening how much we rely on these forms of communications now days. I really feel for the dating couples of my grandparent's age, waiting forever for an unreliable postal service.

Recently my grandparent's on my mother's side passed away, and while tidying up their affairs and their house I chanced upon a letter writted by my grandfather to my grandmother shortly after they met. It was full of nervousness and uncertainty as my grandfather was trying to come to terms with his feelings, and a recent arguement with his future wife before he had to head out to the country.

It must have been terrible to not hear from the object of you're hearts desires for weeks on end as the most advanced form of communication was going through the motions. Even something as simple as having a bunch of flowers delivered was next to impossible, unless you had a good friend in the right location.

Now it's as simple as ringing a florist and giving them a credit card number, and the love of your life will have roses sitting in front of them before they can blush. How men and women of past ages ever managed to weave a path through the potential minefields of mis-communication without the tools of today is a testament to their love. Perhaps the distractions and doodads of today get in the way of feelings and love.

While communication is easier than ever today, it seems we've lost the patience that our ancestors had. With so many swindlers, crooks and morally corrupt individuals in the society of today it's far more difficult to find someone to trust, and if you do, it's often difficult to recognize them or to bring your self to trust them because of past individual experiences.

Government propaganda (particularly that of the USA, Britain and Australia) promotes an atmosphere of suspicion and corruption, and encourages you to betray the trust of someone you know. In business it is practically expected that you can't be trusted, and you're so called "partner" will be looking out for number 1 and looking for ways to backstab you.

This is particularly prevalent in Asian cultures where business negotiations is akin to war. So much so that one of the predominant Asian business philosophy books studied widely even today is Sun Tzu's Art of War. A document dating back over a thousand years with wide ranging philophies about how to identify your enemy, find and exploit his weaknesses and betray their trust all the while elevating your status in the society, and among your peers.

Co-operation no longer exists. Today's society lives by the mantra of WIIFM, and feedsback to itself selfishness and betrayal.

Even within a company that are supposed to be working towards a common goal corporate politics and personal agenda's sabotage the overall mission.

The world is terminally ill, and doing it's damndest to infect the few remaining virtuous souls on this planet.

I know I've found one of them, and it's my mission to do what I can to protect it.