Some people compare the human brain to a computer.
There may be truth to that–though the brain is capable of much more reasoning and processing.
But one of the similarities that would hold true is that the brain does maintain a browser. It has a listing of most recent files, frequently viewed files, and even files we think we’ve deleted.
Every once in a while, they’ll just pop up and remind us that the mind doesn’t always find ways to be kind.
It’s a little piece of nastiness.
So it runs a tally.
How many murders have we watched in television and movies over the past six months?
How many shows on the beauty of Antarctica and gorgeous flower displays from India?
How many scenes of pornography and the abuse of the female body have crossed our eyes in comparision to the downloads we have perused of mothers loving their children and women conquering prejudice, to be successful in business?
Because our browser is filled with corruption, we cheat.
- We cheat on our taxes.
- We cheat on our lovers.
- We cheat ourselves out of blessing because cursing is so easily available.
- We cheat our children out of intimacy in favor of a quick trip to the amusement park.
- We cheat our talent out of the privilege of being used in a creative way while constantly bitching about the limitations of our job.
And then, fearing that we will be revealed as cheaters, we develop a honeycomb of intertwined lies, which now buzz from our lips with far too much glib precision.
Where will our cheating take us?
Well, we certainly don’t think anybody is going to be better than us, so it turns us into suspicious, angry and vindictive neighbors.
Mostly, we cheat ourselves.