Sofia’s Predicament

Got me thinking this morning.
As I’ve said, I don’t have time to create this shit in the morning.

But this morning I read a post over on Sofia.

That got me thinking, flying off on a cerebral tangent while I did my front squats and rows, while I grunted and heaved and exhaled.

I won’t descend into Sofia’s post too deeply. That is not the motive behind this post. I can be pretty damned motiveless, so sometimes I must keep myself grounded in order to stay on topic. In her post, Sofia presents a dichotomy that exists for a great many blogizens wherein their online persona conflicts or departs from their real life persona. In Sofia’s words, appraising her own dichotomy,

At times, I’ve been really um, insensitive on this blog, which is really contrary to how I navigate real life (with painful degrees of sensitivity).

Sofia, of “I don’t care about Haiti” infamy elucidating the fact that she is quite the lamb in real life; the saintly girl at odds with the coldly inquisitive online Sofia.

This, we can relate to, if we’re human.

My online persona can be thoughtless, impulsive and obnoxious, in varying degrees of offensiveness. That is more or less my persona in real life as well. My personality behind the keyboard is nearly the same freakshow you get when we meet face to face.

Which of course brought me back to my Hive Manifesto.
Ha!
Yes, I have a name for it now.
Of course I’m bringing it back up.

The Hive Manifesto.

Sofia’s post, redolent of self-justification in the face of grand blogospheric misperceptions, seems a cross we all must bear in our time as our historically evolved mentality tries desperately to sort out and understand the new cyber-paradigm of human co-existence.

The Hive.

I create or resuscitate an idea, a concept, and if I’m especially fond of it, I will dwell on the fucking thing for a week or 2 or 5 months.

The Hive is one such example.
One of my crackpot ideas, and I have many.

And the cool thing about this blog shtick is that you can lob your lunatic ideas out there for the rest of the blogosphere to swat around. It’s a trial run to take the temperature of your theory’s validity. It can be painful but it must be done! Unless you’re into masturbatory self-delusion. Which I’m not.

The Hive, the Hive. Sofia. Yes. Full circle, while I was doing my military presses this morning.

Sofia’s predicament.
That’s actually a beautiful name with which to baptize the concept describing the disjunction between traditional “real life” and this crazy, Lovecraftian altered state known as cyber space.

We can joyfully refer to “Sofia’s Predicament” as a macro-cultural concept which attempts to explain the limitations cyberexistence places on our ability to ever know anyone we meet online and vice versa; our own innate inability to ever fully reveal ourselves to the rest of the world through a medium such as cyberspace. This inability, Sofia’s Predicament, the barrier to real-life familiarity within the confines of cyberspace.

We can never know anyone until we meet them. Physically.

In person, for an extended period of time. Until we can lay eyes and hands on them, until our nose and ears can attune to their bodily and vocal emissions. We can never know anyone until then.

Our senses, dismantled and neutered in this age of remote acquaintances mimicked over electronic signals, have long to adjust. Our tools are the tools of our hunter-gatherer forefathers; ancestors who controlled and outwitted the world by virtue of his 5 senses. We have developed an evolutionary reliance on these senses but technology, rather than asking for more, is typically asking for more from less. We have not learned to decipher a person’s intricate nature based on a photo or a video of their face or their rambling words (guilty as charged). Internet relationships can only rely on sight and sound. Everything else must be created and imagined in our incomplete minds.

Here in the 21st Century, we substitute interpersonal knowledge and familiarity with technological novelty as we attempt to recreate real life sensations between online strangers. We attempt to refine and expand cyberspace’s ability to make us Nearly Real so we can again rely on our ancient and well-proven senses to formulate opinions and assertions of our fellow man.

But that doesn’t happen.
Human relationships hanging on a thread.
Depth is not revered.
But speed is.
Informality drives invention.
Shallowness and incompletion ooze from the pores of the modern amorphous cyberorganism we compose.

And the Hive.

Its face, it’s multitudinous building blocks blurring to one. You, me, him, her, everyone, congregating together, and what better way to work together assembling the Hive than to not fully grasp our neighbor’s essential being?

The Hive thrives on superficiality.
It will never allow us to know each other…in fact, in time it will only serve to allow us to know each other less than we have ever known man before.

The Hive can only work thus.