##Terminal to Leave Terminal 

I find myself worried about mission creep with terminal, in that I like the 
basic tool, with its keyboard bindings and fast reactions to my will, so 
well that I keep wanting to find more ways to use it.  But this is subtly 
crowding out other things I should be doing.  

Let me be a little explicit about the irony: the operations on terminal are 
so beautiful because they are so efficient, but then that makes me want to 
stand amazed so much that I then lose the efficiencies that those 
operations would otherwise gain.  

Really, this is more of me invoking the burgeoning problem to act as an 
internal caution -- a sort of Rumpelstiltskin moment where I use language 
to cast a counter-spell. I wish to use terminal to leave the terminal, and, 
yes, periodically remember to be grateful for my tools, but move on to 
the other parts of life. 

But, as problems go, a habituation to the joys of computing with the 
overlapping triad of plain text, nested directories, and scripts is not so
bad.  If I am going to looking at something rather than working on my top 
productivity goals, it might as well be at elegant beauty rather than at 
the slot-machine dynamics of a feed.  Also, the feeds are permeated with 
the propaganda of a sick society. At least I am following my own sense of 
beauty, and listening to my own dreams. I'm not far off from the kind of 
progress I would like to make; I just think I get going a bit more.  I 
am to break habits, close terminal and shut down the computer after each 
session. I shouldn't be staring at a screen all day. 

And again, I can't even imagine how dangerous the crack-cocaine of Emacs 
would be for someone like me.  

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