Technology is changing our world at lightning speed. According to neuro-biologists, it is even rewiring our brains. Shortening our attention spans. Quickening the pace of firing neurons. Let's face it. The paradigm has shifted, and for better or worse, things are never going to be the same. But along with progress comes the dying of lovely art forms.
Imagine if Robert Browning and Elizabeth Barrett met today. Their expansive love bound by 140 Twitter characters. Then again, they'd probably be sexting up a storm. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words. But where is the romance? The raw emotion? The baring of souls on the page? Where's that breath-stealing wistfulness that only a love letter can stir?
What about you? What dying art will you miss most? Have you ever written a love letter? Has anyone ever written a love letter to you? (Sadly, for me, the answer is no. My husband is a great guy, but a writer of love letters he is not. Then again, I never have to gas up my own car.) Or will future generations invent something far more romantic than the love letter?