Oh, serendoogles. Yes, they are delightful, and wonderful, and day-making, but what never ceases to amaze and move me are the truly marvelous, oh wow! treasures I keep running across while rummaging about in this marvelous attic cum flea market cum hall closet cum bargain basement we call the internet. But this one left me literally in tears, because it was so beautiful, because it was so amazing, because it is such a miraculous and incredibly human thing, and because — think about it! — never in the entire million-year history of humans has such a thing been possible until now. These are indeed the days of miracles and wonder.
This Rube Goldberg concoction of microwaves, microprocessors, flint knives and bearskins we call the internet, for all it’s technological complexities, is only another tool in a long line of human tools. (This ability to make and use tools is arguably what made us humans.) Whether a tool is used for criminal, harmful, hateful purposes, or to create wonder, joy and delight depends entirely on the intent of its user. We never know when such a user will step up to the virtual plate and knock one out of the ballpark like this:
Eric Whitacre’s oeuvre of choral music is spine-tingling, mind blowing, and delight-provoking. If you are one of the fortunate among us whose ears are hardwired into their hearts with nerve-strings that music touches like a harp, go find his music. It’s out there — one of a multitude of secret gardens, albeit well-known secrets, like this one, that are tucked away all over the place, just waiting to be discovered. You can visit them any time you like, stay there as long as you want, and come back any time. And TED talks? They are humans at their best, brightest and most human sharing their humanity with the world and you can be a kid in their candy store and get free candy anytime you want to.
God, I love the internet.