My wife says that after several stopovers in the hospital and giving birth to four children, privacy has a different meaning for her than it did before. I can't say; I've never had those experiences. But, I know that you, and TV cameras, are not welcome in my bathroom or bedroom---probably several other places. However, if my goal in life were to destroy as many people as I possibly could, I suppose society and government could justify their need to enter into any and almost all aspects of my life. Therein lies the perplexity. I don't know. Go talk to Orwell, Huxley, or Kafka.
Delineating what is private and what is public is not at all clear-cut. Surveillance cameras follow great portions of our activities; our telephone calls may be audited; our internet activity serves to provide data for various persons and agencies. So, where are we? Some of the snooping seems simply dirty and malevolent; some of it makes perfect sense. I'm presuming that millions of records, including calls, emails, downloads, texts, retail receipts, bank balances, credit card numbers, medical records, even our travel plans, are being monitored on any given day. I certainly hope and pray that the possessors of this knowledge are not tyrannically inclined.
I have no solutions to this difficulty we face, but I still know a few things certainly: You're not welcome in my bathroom with me, you're not welcome in my bedroom with me, you're not welcome to scrutinize any of my other actions without absolutely convincing reasons. And even with such stringent guides, the ones doing that tracking must be honorable and worthy humans. Anything less is entirely unacceptable.
I would like to conclude with this: I am the boss of my house (life, etc.) and I have my wife's permission to say this. Get it? Nobody, nor nothing else, could give me such privilege, well, except God, who I believe is really the Boss.
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