February 17, 2019
I wrote last week of getting a cold. Now I think that spring gave me a Trojan horse and I fell for it. There was a lovely warming spell before this last spate of cold and snow. It convinced my snowdrops to sprout with hundreds of tiny white bells out in the garden. I picked some and brought them in to smell the delicate aroma and to enjoy their beauty. Ordinarily, I am attacked by spring fever about March when everything blossoms. I think I got early spring fever from those flowers.
So enticing but I’ve been coughing and sniffling since. Just taken in by what looked innocent and lovely but turned out to be a kind of poison to me. From Wikipedia: “Metaphorically, a “Trojan Horse” has come to mean any trick or stratagem that causes a target to invite a foe into a securely protected bastion or place. A malicious computer program which tricks users into willingly running it is also called a “Trojan horse.” Today I saw that my junk pile in my outlook was getting quite large, so I thought I’d delete it. But, afraid maybe something I want crept in, I looked at what had been culled from Outlook. I had no idea what I was missing and will be happy to keep missing.
How many times I was invited to become a driver for Uber. Beauties from Europe and Asia were offered for a click. Medicines, schemes of all kinds, some innocent, some lurking to seduce the weak and foolish. I wonder how anyone could want to see more of these offerings, but the number tells me they must get revenue.
I am more and more offended by pop-ups when I am doing my chosen computer work, disturbing my concentration without my invitation. When I can find the x, I delete them, but I’ve lost time doing it. So far, my blog seems to be safe.
Serious Trojan horses are not just viruses but cell phones and games that remove people from their friends and family to a screen that may be “free” but can cost relationships. I have been happier since Gary and I agreed that dinner time was conversation time, not device time. Not that we have such sparkling conversations with both of us living almost the same life in the same house for so long.
I am happy to have some magazines and a newspaper that promote a wider perspective. The local nightly news is decidedly local and gives shallow background. So these outside sources help with more balance and depth. I read the weekly Time magazine along with monthly Smithsonian, National Geographic, and others. I especially like a Deseret News weekly that arrives on Saturday with the Church News. Along with a couple of other sources, I read quite a lot, really, except that a lifetime of teaching English makes me extremely fast, so even a lot of other magazines don’t dent my productive time too much.
Those Trojan horses are out there everywhere. The whole world seems to be taking for granted that certain moral values don’t count. Theft, lying, treachery, using others, selfishness, depravity, drugs and all the seven sins are out there portrayed in ways that excuse the sinners because they’re nice inside or have something good about them even though they’re basically slobs. Yes, I believe in repentance and in change. I believe that in general a man should not have to live with a past he has put away from him. (But we don’t allow repentance for child molesters.) I see examples of inhumanity everywhere, and it comes into the homes loaded with the ability to toughen our own humanity.
Trouble is, I don’t want to go hunker down in the basement with crossword puzzles because of the dangers of living in this world. Those Greek Trojan horses would not have caused Troy to fall if someone had just been careful enough to examine what was being offered, look inside carefully to see if it was safe to bring it into the city (or mind or home) and to discover a dangerous truth. PMA