Going past a huge cemetery is somewhat like a situation wherein you see the Terms & Conditions of an essential service (life, in this case) - but you don't really read everything; you just scroll down the page.
But when you see a mortuary van on its way inside, you are reminded of the inevitability of the 'I agree' check box, irrespective of whether you really do agree or not. There is no way out.
Extending the metaphor, here's food for thought:
Do we dwell so much upon the T&C that we never reach the check box or realize its existence?
Do we jump, skip and hop across the T&C without a care and land on the check box with a jolly shout?
Do we read a bit of the T&C, get psyched out and surrender at the altar of the check box?
But when you see a mortuary van on its way inside, you are reminded of the inevitability of the 'I agree' check box, irrespective of whether you really do agree or not. There is no way out.
Extending the metaphor, here's food for thought:
Do we dwell so much upon the T&C that we never reach the check box or realize its existence?
Do we jump, skip and hop across the T&C without a care and land on the check box with a jolly shout?
Do we read a bit of the T&C, get psyched out and surrender at the altar of the check box?
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