Chapter 1: The Rules
My dad is an avid gardener. He understands the perseverance required to maintain the plant life around our home. Every morning he dedicates himself to eradicate twenty weeds from our garden. As I was watching him do this one morning he uprooted a dandelion from the grass and explained, "Not everywhere is a dandelion considered a weed. Some people eat dandelions. In fact, most of the weeds I pull out would work well in a salad, whereas the grass I am protecting isn't any good for you to eat." It is the gardener who decides what is a weed and what isn't pertaining to his/her plan for the garden.
Web Space is a garden that was planted in an unmarked territory. The ownership of this space is what causes so much confusion. We can all consider ourselves gardeners in the online world. We plant seeds we want to see grow and try to uproot weeds that should not belong. But sometimes one person's weed is another person's carefully watered plant. And to some of us the internet itself is a giant weed waiting to get pulled.
As long as there is territory here on earth man will fight over their right to it, and a battle over this new "Web Space" becomes similar to battles fought anywhere else. However, due to the available anonymity the online world provides within this territory, it can all be fought "in the dark". What would happen if in a battle between two opposing armies, all light became darkness? It would be the same as being blind and either: One would stop fighting and hide (appropriate response), or fight blindly against both friend and foe. One would have to truly know the voice of its allies and enemies in order to tell them apart.
Without our physical presence necessary in these battles, it is as if we are sending virtual gladiators into an arena in order for them to fight on our behalf. The losses to us personally are minimal, but we keep coming back to experience the bloodshed. Those of us not in the ring become spectators, placing bids on whichever side seems strongest. It is easy to forget the values being fought for (values are what we are fighting for...?) and to simply fight for winning's sake and to expand our ever increasing territory. We throw our values, ideas, words, and other invisible weapons at our opponents and expect to come out of this war unscathed.
My dad is an avid gardener. He understands the perseverance required to maintain the plant life around our home. Every morning he dedicates himself to eradicate twenty weeds from our garden. As I was watching him do this one morning he uprooted a dandelion from the grass and explained, "Not everywhere is a dandelion considered a weed. Some people eat dandelions. In fact, most of the weeds I pull out would work well in a salad, whereas the grass I am protecting isn't any good for you to eat." It is the gardener who decides what is a weed and what isn't pertaining to his/her plan for the garden.
Web Space is a garden that was planted in an unmarked territory. The ownership of this space is what causes so much confusion. We can all consider ourselves gardeners in the online world. We plant seeds we want to see grow and try to uproot weeds that should not belong. But sometimes one person's weed is another person's carefully watered plant. And to some of us the internet itself is a giant weed waiting to get pulled.
As long as there is territory here on earth man will fight over their right to it, and a battle over this new "Web Space" becomes similar to battles fought anywhere else. However, due to the available anonymity the online world provides within this territory, it can all be fought "in the dark". What would happen if in a battle between two opposing armies, all light became darkness? It would be the same as being blind and either: One would stop fighting and hide (appropriate response), or fight blindly against both friend and foe. One would have to truly know the voice of its allies and enemies in order to tell them apart.
Without our physical presence necessary in these battles, it is as if we are sending virtual gladiators into an arena in order for them to fight on our behalf. The losses to us personally are minimal, but we keep coming back to experience the bloodshed. Those of us not in the ring become spectators, placing bids on whichever side seems strongest. It is easy to forget the values being fought for (values are what we are fighting for...?) and to simply fight for winning's sake and to expand our ever increasing territory. We throw our values, ideas, words, and other invisible weapons at our opponents and expect to come out of this war unscathed.