I used to have these fights with my
old friend Steve Jobs . . . I’d say to him, Steve, these computers you’re
inventing here, they’re destroying the world!
. . . it was like telling a Catholic that there’s no God.
- Doug Tompkins
I
must confess: I am writing on a computer. And I use a computer often, more
often than I’m comfortable with. For writing. For composing and recording
music. For connecting with friends and family across the world. For taking in
music and writing and film and art. For learning, and sharing ideas,
philosophies, and knowledge.
All
these pursuits seem worthy, don’t they? They seem to be valid reasons to use
technology. So why do I feel I must confess to using it?