Have we changed? Could we still survive in the woods, away from civilization?
So, what happens to us when faced with habits and rituals we are not accustomed to?
What happens if we are here in this park in the middle of winter and we see this sign?
(Somebody thought the same thing. Hence, the next sign, guiding the visitor to the closest facility.An afterthought, I'm sure!)
It wouldn't bother me to find a hidden spot and take care of my needs in an emergency. I have vague memories of such occasions as a child. But my grandchild would not know that in an emergency, you take care of your needs expediently and not fuss and upset anyone. My grandchild would panic. Not even out with camping buddies she ever had to heed mother nature, naturally. She always had a contraption with fresh toilet paper.
I do wonder how and when we will forget to pick up real paper and write with a real pen.
Or, soon, pick up a real book, and hold it close, go back and forth from front to back page before
deciding to purchase it, unaided, without any warranty or recommendation, just because that tome had spoken to us, whispered a promise only we heard loud and clear.
I'm not rushing to buy a nook or a kindle. Or read the papers on line, for that same reason.
I'm going to sit down this weekend and write in long hand.
Cause I can!
Cause the word cause will be my choice and no program will under-red it and demand my attention.
Cause I still control what thoughts I share.