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An essay on technology

An essay on technology
May 25, 2014 - 13:21

Yes, it was a vessel.

The vessel was shit.

Don’t say how a vessel by itself can be either shit or a candy. Everything depends on people. If you say that a vessel was shit, it means that people who have walked on it were shit.

Extracts from the film “Ivanov and Rabinovich or I go my Hayfa”

Sorry for my rude lexicon. Often, when I want to write something, but then I remember about the restrictions, I remember an old Russian joke: Russian without mat becomes a report. The topic is technology, however.  Each technology is a mechanism created by the mankind to carry out certain functions. Any technology as well as everything surrounding us is someone’s dreams and thoughts. Sometimes, it is created due to necessity, sometimes to cheer up the soul. Again, Romanism attracts. Sometimes, it is created to make money. But it can’t be complete unless your heart and soul is put into it. Every technology is an empty set of bolts, small screws and other spare parts without soul. Imagine a man having created a technology, some mechanism. A man who holds it with special care! He doesn’t simply pass a file on metal and hears gnashing. He passes very slowly as if a bow on a violin. And despite the fact that you now fancy gnashing, he hears music! Unique music! He imagines how the mechanism will sound! He sees the creation in his head already ready! Already serving! Making use of it! His sweat is not in vain. He understands that his endeavors will not be appreciated thoroughly, but the fact that his mechanism will operate makes him satisfied! This man deserves respect! No matter what he creates! He desires to create! And even if we can consider his creation as a piece of waste metal, he deserves your respect, anyway.

Or let’s remember restores! It is a special caste! Those appreciate things that have been created by one of above mentioned men! This is a man who gives inanimate thing the right for a second life! And this means that he gives a second life to the person with a bow at imposition and his creation! And actually to his music! Truly! If you call a vessel shit, people who walked on it, they themselves were shit! And this right for any mechanism and for everything in the world since there is no limits for improvement!!!

As a conclusion… After words about a vessel, I remembered those very shots.

My work…

An essay on technology
An essay on technology
An essay on technology
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An essay on technology
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