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When the “net” fails (by lightning in this case) brings TV, phone, power together down.
Then you are alone…
The world then a gigantic place, not small. You are smaller than a drop in an ocean, and tinier than a raindrop…
Lost in a thunderstorm, lightning, torrential rain, hail…
When nature forces herself, humans fail. They won’t help you on a Sunday. Then you are alone, all alone.
Lost, lonely, sad…
Minutes are longer, time stands still. Just rainfall, thunders to listen to…Then you are alone: desperately, painfully alone…
Cut-off from the world, writing with pen and paper in candlelight, the old-fashion way. The world is a huge place then. You can’t even be seen. maybe under a humongous microscope, just maybe…
You’re alone, lonely and sad…
With the “net” the world is a small place: Chat with an Eskimo, say hello to Australia; tweet with anyone on this world in seconds, use messenger, Skype…
Without the “net” you’re lost, alone; lonely and sad…
I am…

PS. Since last night I lost connection with the world. A lightning hit my house, thanks to lightning prevention gadget I have limited damage, I am very grateful,in my house. I have to wait till tomorrow afternoon for repairs and a new modem. Please be patient with me, hugs xxx

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