Artifacts
I. I once knew a wonderful man. He was kind, gentle, and beloved by many. He was so wise that when he graduated from college, Mahatma Gandhi himself handed him his diploma. He was a scholar and a gentleman, blessed with the unique gift of deeply knowing Sanskrit and Hindi. He spent much of his life translating scrolls filled with the wisdom of the ancients into modern language — in pursuit of preserving history.
II. When Mongol troops raided the House of Wisdom and dumped so many manuscripts into the Tigris that “the river ran black with ink”, Muslim chroniclers equated the loss of knowledge to a civilizational catastrophe. Many of the books in the Grand Library of Baghdad were torn apart by pillagers so their leather covers could be made into sandals — compounding the pain of an already destructive act.
III. In 1969, three astronauts planted an American flag on the moon. This event was captured on film and beamed to millions of household television sets, as people across the world shared the experience of witnessing a profound leap for mankind. Our connection to the cosmos had been reshaped — and we still talk about it decades later.
IV. Early internet phenomenons like Charlie the Unicorn, Potter Puppet Pals, and Peanut Butter Jelly Time provided endless entertainment. My older brother introduced me to All Your Base Are Belong to Us, and I showed him lolcats. A few months later, I met a kid I considered sheltered because he’d never heard of Newgrounds — so I showed him everything it had to offer, and we relived the humor together. That rhythm of discovery and sharing lasted for years, as the internet grew at a pace that felt almost unthinkable compared to my early childhood. Continue Reading →