Can
you see it? Well, no, not even a bit of
white fluffiness like clouds in the sky
.
Can
you hear it? Of course not. A cloud makes no noise.
Can
you, smell it, feel it? I thought not.
And
yet . . . and yet there it is, a benefactor of beneficence. You write a document in one location and
offer it up on the altar of the cloud. Voila! It appears at elsewhere by divine power, on
your phone or tablet or other electronic device. Music?
omnipresent through The Cloud.
Information? We send it up to the
Cloud, and it pours goodness down upon us.
I
am not -- as you can tell -- a religious person. I am neither devout nor superstitious, but,
oh my goodness, I am a true believer in The Cloud. And you are too, aren't you? You trust it and make offerings to it regularly. And why not? I mean, who among us doesn’t already worship
at the shrine of the Great Google? What more
will the future bring? I am agog to find
out.
Truly, we must form a new
holiday to celebrate this new pantheon. What
symbols, what foods (may I suggest cloud pancakes?), what dances and parades?
I leave it up to you to imagine it.
And
lest I am bordering on the offensive, may I also wish each of you
a Bright Solstice,
a Bright Solstice,
a Merry Hanukkah,
a Happy Christmas,
and a Peaceful New Year.