I thought I was in the presence of a god.

I thought it was the first time my father had ever touched his smartphone.

Then I saw the screen.

My eyes went wide, and I could see a line of pixels stretching across the screen, a line that stretched for over a hundred pixels across the entire screen.

And my eyes were watering.

This was the same screen that my dad used for emailing my mother, for opening the mail, for doing all of those other things he’d done.

It was the very screen that his mother used to read her favorite book.

It wasn’t until the next day, in my office, that I could grasp what I had just witnessed: the very first time that my father ever touched the screen of his phone.

This is what I’ve learned about technology over the last two decades.

I learned to love technology, I learned that we can’t control it, and so I have learned to accept technology, embrace it, as a necessary part of the human condition.

But I’m still unsure of what I’m supposed to do with my father’s smartphone.

It’s a product of a society that values technology more than anything else.

It is an artifact of a time when technology was an extension of religion.

This view of technology as a gift of the gods has come to define how we view it today.

It has transformed technology from a mere tool to an object of worship and faith.

Technology is also an artifact, and a product, of the era in which it came into existence.

I know this because my father has given me a smartphone.

This phone, I’m told, was his.

The phone was the most important thing in his life.

He would talk about it all the time, even though he was on the phone with his friends and family.

The only thing I know for certain is that it is a phone that my mother used for her favorite books.

When I first saw it, I was so impressed that it felt like a real thing.

I was able to talk to him on the telephone and listen to his voice, and it was all I needed to know.

But as time went on, my curiosity about the phone grew.

As I became a father myself, I noticed the ways in which my father used technology to communicate with me.

As a parent myself, my interest in technology became a way of relating to my son and my daughter.

I could feel the way they felt when they were on the internet, in their email, with the new technology they were using to send their emails.

I also saw the ways that technology, as an extension, is a gift to them.

As my father grew older, I started to see the way he used technology for business.

He used it for his work.

He gave me his personal information, like his email address, and his Social Security number, and other data he was required to give to the IRS when they audited his financial records.

In a way, technology was like his religion: it was a means to an end, an expression of my own faith.

But while he was using technology for his own purposes, I used technology in my own way.

I used it in a way that made me feel connected to the world.

And the way that technology was used for that purpose was not to be understood by outsiders.

It had to be experienced by me.

I’m an atheist, but I see technology as an expression not only of my faith but of my humanity.

And that’s what makes technology such a powerful tool.

It can open doors to understanding for the people who are not believers.

It opens doors to learning for those who are skeptical about religion.

And it opens doors for connecting with the world that I have so much in common with.

This book is an exploration of the relationship between technology and religion, and what it means to use technology to connect with the people and the world around us.

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