From the moment we leave that safe, warm and secret place our life becomes one invasion of privacy after another. The doctor’s name, date, time of birth and our vital statistics are conscientiously recorded by the hospital. As required by law our family name and historical details are supplied to the Registrar of Births.
During our first five years data on us grows prodigiously. Doctor, health centre, kindergarten, primary school enrollment all open files from details supplied by parents and others. For the next twelve and more years our mental, physical, social, sexual, spiritual and any other ‘uals’ are recorded. A determination exists between all relevant authorities to lay bare every tidbit of information concerning Person No. 19,768,500 and 1.
You apply for a job. The Personnel Form JS106/7d requires ASIO documentation. Each year the Taxation Commissioner demands all of the above plus details of every penny you’ve ever earned. But wait - there’s more. The Census Form has just arrived.
Marriage, credit cards, home loan, passport - even the dog license, all require ‘just a few details.’ Babies, and the circle continues where it began.
An exception but no less revealing - social media - where users voluntarily submit terribly interesting details of their own and others’ personal details.
Privacy? Thousands of people you don’t know have access to sections of your life. Next time you’re asked to supply just a few details you seriously consider lying outrageously and bugger-up the system.
The years roll on and pensioners must form-fill. Frailty and the District Nurse requires every skerrick of intimate detail.
Finally, as you quietly slip away, you come face-to-face with the One who needs no details. He knows.