I used to think Twitter was stupid. Then I thought it was a hub for great links and one-liners. And then came a couple of conversations that blew me away.
Here’s the first one.
“Fireworks are beautiful. Bright, untamed, dangerous… I wish my soul looked like one of those things. #imnotjokingaround”
stinginthetail Sheila NomNomDePlume
“@TheKingdomBooks fireworks don’t last – souls are eternal”
Wow. When I read that tweet, I had to sit back in my chair for a minute. I had to do some thinking. It’s one of the most unexpected and profound things I’ve ever read in my life. Period.
Could you take some time to check out Sheila’s amazing blog?
Moving on, that same day a college friend went after one of my tweets in a thought-provoking exchange…
CrazyColinKelly Colin Kelly
“@CrazyColinKelly Couldn’t a good man choose, too? And would an apathetic man care about reward?”
“@TheKingdomBooks if you want to give a good man a choice, then Duty. I’d rather not afford him that choice as he can change his mind.”
“@CrazyColinKelly But is a good man truly good if he does not have a choice?”
“@CrazyColinKelly OF COURSE YOU HAVE A CHOICE!!! WHERE DO YOU THINK STORIES CAME FROM IN THE FIRST PLACE?!”
“@CrazyColinKelly And evil is only more of a choice when the chooser does not understand good. Like when it’s hollow and tied to a culture.”
“@TheKingdomBooks Dude, playing devils advocate here. But my point is that it’s really easy to be complacent, not Good. And usually (cont)”
“@TheKingdomBooks (cont) when we hear about the ability to choose, its for the ability to choose evil. We could play puppets, but we (cont)”
“@TheKingdomBooks Let’s say someone knows and understands Good and Evil and procedes to do an evil act in free will Did they not choose evil?”
“@CrazyColinKelly Yes. But they can choose good just as freely. It is therefore foolish to say evil is “more” of a choice.”
“@CrazyColinKelly And Puppets cannot naturally choose good, because by their nature they cannot choose anything.”
It never hit me until then about the power of Twitter. It puts a funny feeling in my gut. We are part of a living novel, day in and day out. We’re having conversations like this. I’ve interacted with writers in Stockholm, London, and all over the U.S.A. After centuries of isolation, the nations of the world keep growing closer together.
Have you ever thought about the age you’re living in? How might someone write about your times, two centuries from now? Can you imagine the post you’re reading right now as part of some exciting new technology that pushes civilization forward?
If that’s not a story worth reading, I don’t know what is.