by Roland Goity
Technology guides us effortlessly, but what is lost when the human spirit and will is no longer tested? It’s hard to lose oneself (at least literally) now, GPS sensing our every movement, so forgetting whether to turn right or left when you come to the intersection with the barn gutted by fire no longer has the same consequences it once did. Like white-knuckling your way across dreary dark frontage roads in the Rocky Mountain foothills during a building snowstormand realizing you mistakenly assumed the fellow at the gas station meant the third left ten miles back, since the second left didn’t cross the bridge as he described. Yet, somehow, hours later, after having imagined a million scenarios, each of them bleak, you mustered up whatever mental fortitude was required to find the right way, and you did it often enough to turn it into a form of art.