A taste of divinity

Yesterday I saw a video by Jo I Ito about "Context Not Content" regarding Social media phenomenon and its future potential development into mobile system and access. The man introduced a concept in my head that have haunted me, and I just put a simple post on Twitter saying that there was a sort of "divine" quality to the concept of knowledge and communication without the boundaries of Time /Space....But that is just it....
I do not want want to start an open philosophical debate, and the following comments are my own, the risks they will be read are ultimately slim, so I know I can express my idea in block here without bothering anyone...maybe these ideas will be found by chance, like a lucky dig, maybe not.
The parallels are too obvious to be ignored....we gather in flock around our computer and instead of whispering our fears, our hopes, our dreams...we speak them out loud to the crowd. We ask and answer calls for help and we are suddenly aware, thanks to the magic of technology (sentence sounding oddly like an oxymoron to me!) of everything, everywhere, in real time. Isn't this ability reserved to the gods, having omniscience of all that is happening on the planet, and therefore be able to forecast, prevent or provoke an event?
Were knowledge and technology the part of the "Divine" that is is us we have been told about?
Were the Gods early twitterer? This is getting a bit out of hand, but the original idea was that we are now approaching the keyboard like people were going to church: To connect, to listen, to feel hope and love and get the knowledge to carry on.
This knowledge does not mean we are gods, but that we have the potential to heal, to help to hope. We can still have knowledge and faith, whichever it might be.
We preach everyday in the same sacred halls hosted by the invisible miracle that is the web. Will we become wiser, less alone, more loved thanks to this medium, to this power? I am not sure but I hope so.
So what if social media is the new church, and finally polytheists, we are all gods and flocks.

INTRO:

Memories have such a hold on you that you can think yourself bewitched...
I can still see her, sitting by the window, staring at the crowed street without really seeing it.
I did not think so much of that old lady with veiled eyes, that hardly remembered my name or hers for that matter...
Sometimes, a smile will touch her lips, like a glimpse of sunshine between a heavy clouded sky, then the sorrow will be back, tracing bitter lines on her face.
She was waiting...something that I could have never even think had happen to this woman, a story more extraordinary in a forsaken time...Time of darkness, the time of war...

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I had the project to digg into my family past and folktale and bring to life the story told through the generation of my greatgran love story during WW1 with an American Indian. This journey is taking me deep into my own roots, making me question my own existence and heritage. It will also make me push muself into daring to write a full short story perhaps even a novel. I already started to research the subject since I am totally ignorant of what the Indian Scout of the WW1 could have felt, be, look like. What did they bring with them, what did they take out of the trauma of this war. Overall the first message that came to mind is that The soldiers that came over in Europe did not begets death, but also generate life.... So the journey through the past begins. I d not think I will come out untouched by what I will find, write or feel.