Sunday, October 28, 2012

XII. 8

Internet is a swamp. Never that deep but that isn't what gets you. It is a place for information, but not wisdom. Making friends with words and symbols isn't new. It is a privilege to be able to inflate your feebleness into something meaningful. Big things are starting to become meaningless. Small things are getting due credit. Lost souls are reconnecting, the futility of their attempts can take a back seat for now. They were never too far.