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As I finish up the five columns in the ‘almost’ stage, one in particular is a joy to write.  Last Summer, I wrote a great deal about women, leadership and the role of beauty in our culture.  I will be again soon… Much of my life has been spent with books.  I love the smell of old library books and fresh newspapers.  Knowledge, and the pursuit of knowledge, is my sanctuary.

Our lives and our culture become ever more digitized.  The quiet serenity we enjoy curling up by the fire is a luxury, rather than the norm.  Integration of our digital life with the more important, and everyday life of jobs and marriage and raising our kids, becomes more and more critical.   The softness of a touch, the sweetness in the voices of our children… the whispers of lovers past, of grandparents and ancestors must not compete for time with the digital – but enhance it intead.

Earlier today, Patrick Ruffini tweeted:

“We are about midway through the 30 year transition to an all-digital media”

and, to illustrate he predicts this:

“By 2025 the New York Times will no longer print and TV stations will be radically reconfigured”

For hundreds of years, scholars have grieved the loss of the Library at Alexandria.  While we will never recover those precious scrolls, artifacts, papyrus and other messages etched in stone… life has continued.  Our wondrous human race persevered  We found a way.  The digitization of life today is not a modern-day burning  of the Library at Alexandria.  We hold in our hands a capacity for knowledge our ancestors never could have imagined, opportunities for every woman and man to achieve great things.  Heroes live among us.  They protect us.

When heroes fight and die for us, for freedom, for love… we are awash in gratitude.  Let us all be leaders, let us all be scribes.  Let us tell the stories of today’s heroes, of every good mother and father, of great loves, and do so often.

There is a palpable ache among my fellow Americans for great leadership, for a truly iconic leader.  A Caesar.  A Churchill.  Our own Alexander the Great.  To find him, or her, we must cultivate the minds of our youth – and ourselves. Seek greatness, and ye shall find.

“It was a delight merely to hear the sound of her voice, with which, like an instrument of many strings, she could pass from one language to another.”

—Plutarch, regarding Cleopatra, as translated by Ian Scott-Kilvert

—Media Lizzy

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