About three weeks ago I wrote about my home altar. My husband reads the blog and the idea must have been simmering in his fecund brain ever since. All sorts of matter bubbles and churns in that place and I imagine if it was visible the appearance would be akin to the primordial ooze. He announced to me this morning that after consideration he'd decided his personal altar was his computer. Nay, not simply his altar. It is his shrine.
I must agree. His Mac is not a simple table for religious rites. It is a holy place for his worship of the digital divinity, replete with relics and sacred memorabilia. We are both worshippers at the keyboard, but I am a mere acolyte while he is monk, bishop, cardinal, and pope in service to his Gitchi Macintoush. We're talking major devotion not even R2-D2 could match. He supplicates himself day and night, rigidly observing the holy days of application updates, operating system revisions, and pronouncements by Steve Jobs. He is a Macevangelist, spreading THE WORD whenever possible.
There are times his adherence to the faith is exasperating. I cleave to my iMac with love and spend many hours in its company, but there are other gods in my pantheon. For him the word has been spoken: Thou shalt have no other gods before me. His is a hymn with a single note of alleluia.
Behold, there was the word and the word was Macintosh. And it was good!
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I can see thinking of a computer that way, but there's something about the natural world that speaks to me more powerfully.
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