Being a Five- Light town, Brattleboro , has long been kept in a fishbowl where its local activities are open to public view in the tri-state area.
iBrattleboro, on the other hand, is in a virtual fishbowl where all manner of lively extranet conversations take place.
As a species of the genus microcosmos, we worldkins here are not far removed from a city of 8 million. The superficial differences are obvious but this corner piece of real-estate, proportionately speaking, has a knit of a tighter weave that is a daily, simulated reality of character interaction.
Faceless, disembodied corpora verbally engage each other with alternating opinions, beliefs and motivations fluctuating between the agreeable, conflicted, informative, uncertain and unresolved points of view. All with a decidedly unflinching animated verve.
The topic can be anything from climate change to skateboarding to drones to Ecclesiastes and beyond.
The condition of our opinions are almost a product of natural selection where we are born with what makes us tick, believe, think and know, and/or, we are a result of our environmental influences.
The evolution of the human mind is now on a fast track vacillating between brilliance and dissolution.
We seek simple solutions but create overly complex opinions, anger and actions around much of our dialogue that suggests that we can and will never “all get along.”
And, as Harve Binger cried from the wilderness, “No matter how much time we spend dreaming between the stars and the moon here on Earth, if we don’t get our act together it’s our children who will pay the price wherever they are.”
Sadly, many of our young people know that and cringe at the virtual and bodied incessant bloody infighting.