My favorite columnist in Chicago is Neil Steinberg. Today in the Sun-Times he writes:

"Sad that we prefer to celebrate the technological aspects of communication—how small our phones are, how easily they track us, the glory of our bandwidth. When art communicates in a way that science cannot approach. A blind poet 2,700 years ago uttered a few syllables—'Arms and the man, I sing ...'—and they rang around the world, leaping time and distance, their echo continuing to thrill to this day, no batteries required."

Glory be to poets.