I often wonder about the effect of using this computer keyboard has upon the way I think.

From my teen years on, I used to write, longhand, hours and hours a day. It was a release from the things I was going through--and the things I wasn't going through.

The whole experience seems one of ever-growing wholeness. Terribly subjective, I know. And maybe not even completely true, even for me.

But these absolutely identical keys, these identical images upon identical screens in front of us. Lego blocks.

I can't help but wonder if for all of this convenience we haven't lost something.