Yesterday I discovered that there were problems with my blog. Now I have been told that it has been hacked into. Not purposely, by a person. No, randomely by a roving code. Who engages in the construction of such things? And why? What satisfaction can there be in interfering with little people’s homemade blogs and websites about pets and knitting? I can understand the creation of means for purposeful destruction or interception of information, though I would reserve my opinion as to which I would support and which I would abhor. But anonymous, meaningless desctruction?
I can understand the use of technology to expose secrets. I may not condone such use, by I can understand it. Just as I can understand the killing of a somone who has murdered a child, for example. I can put myself in the perpetrator’s shoes and I can understand. We have laws to protect us from acting on our promeaval reactions. We have handed over to the law the power to exercise justice. But even the law usually considers the purpose behind a criminal act. Weighs it in when it determines the punishment. But how do we deal with the kind of anonymous, senseless crime that surrounds us today? Remote, elusive terrorists with no clear purpose and acting through others. Self bombers that leave no clues as to what they hoped to achieve with their senseless destruction. Internet hacking that is released and left to wreck havoc at random. It is as if destruction has become a purpose in itself.
Tomorrow I will return to the cemetary behind my building and explore it further. The totally neglected resting place of the pioneers that settled in Auckland lies in sad , undignified silence, just beyond the very busy streets of the center of the city. The tombstones are purposely damaged or just crumbling from lack of maintance. The names are mostly illegible. In some cases it’s hard to make out where exactly the graves have been. The pathways are overgrown, and there is litter everywhere. The only people who come here are the homeless that seek shelter under Grafton bridge during the night. Shame on Auckland City for allowing this to happen the memorial over its founders.
Somehow, this feels as another side of the same thing. A lack of respect for the hard work of those that came before us. It is as if by erasing our history we can be free to live in the present only. With no regard to the past and no regard to the future. Hedonistically only here and now and free to engage in purposeless destruction.
Further cheerful reports from the cemetary tomorrow. Or the next day…