Sunday, March 29, 2015
Letter to me
The other day I wrote a letter to the Internet of the future, 50 years hence. I will still be here 50 years hence! So I thought it would be nice to pass along a note to myself as well. And so I cast this message to the future me in 2065.
So you finally got all that fame and recognition you had batted around so long. There you are in your old age, lionized, beyond me in my modest, anonymous life, but also broken down with years and mortality. Would you like to trade back with me I wonder. No, in 50 years I think I can learn that. It is never possible to trade. We have what we have. New things can't make it go away. You were always wiser than me, future me. I wish I could give you something.
Oh, wait. Look in your pocket.
I know. Right?
Back here in 2015 we don't know. I don't know. In Chuang Tzu's The Inner Chapters he says:
There is nothing anywhere which is not that, and nothing which is not this.
I have no real idea what that means, but I believe we both will in about ten minutes. See those people looking over our shoulders? You tell them about it in your next blog post tomorrow, okay? I'll keep it to myself for a bit, I mean, as soon as I have it.
I almost do now.
I will try to write my way to you oh venerable self. A bit less than 20,000 posts to go.