I thought I knew exactly what I was going to write about tonight. I had it all planned out in my mind.
But, then I went and bought a Sunday paper. There was an article in it that changed my perspective on what being disconnected really is.
The article was about a group of people in my state who are trying to put name markers on the graves of people that were institutionalized and died in the institution. Their graves are now marked with only their file or case number.
These poor souls for one reason or another were put in to mental institutions. Often they were forgotten by family members. But, they always had a name. I am positive that the staff of various institutions did not call John Smith by #8327. I made up that name and number by the way. The staff just had to have called the patients by their given names.
A name, any name gives dignity. A number makes a person anonymous. It takes away their dignity. It makes them disconnected.
So, yes being disconnected from the Internet is an inconvenience, it seems pretty insignificant compared to the disconnection the patients known now only by a number must have felt.