TweetDeck is a metaphor.
If you haven’t seen it, TweetDeck is an app that lets you track Twitter tweets and Facebook Updates in real time. As it spreads out across several columns, breaking tweets into various categories, I can’t help but think about the vast amounts of information coming at us. Thoughts dropping into our consciousness from not-quite-random sources, but from sources that would not have been on our radars prior to tweeting. I remember thinking (and I still do), “What in the world would be interesting enough for people to possibly want to follow me on Twitter?”
But as I watch the ever-changing tweets and posts TweetDeck delivers, I have to admit that the collective mind of the people I know is pretty fascinating. Some posts are better than others, some make me laugh, others inform me in ways that I would not have anticipated, and some are just delightful because of a small thought or idea or memory or image that pops into my mind unexpectedly. Small gifts, maybe, little explosions of joy and discovery. It makes me think of how our minds sift and filter thought.
What if I my mind was on display as in a personal TweetDeck? Maybe it would set up various categories, and running posts and tweets from the various spiritual entities that have direct or indirect access to my thought processes. Maybe there’s a column labeled HS, another Wormwood, then Memory, Incoming, and From-the-Void. Maybe there would be a moment-to-moment column of emotional impulses and colors that would let us in on the crazy weather we call feeling. Make your own columns…you get the point.
I grew up being terrified of having my whole life played out on VHS before God on Judgment Day. Maybe the scarier metaphor now is a life-long TweetDeck of all the Tweets, Posts, and Status Updates of the heart, for all our long years.
Do I really want everybody to know “what I’m doing right now?