In the deep, rearward recesses of your mind there are isolated chambers where unimaginable worlds reside. There are no doors, no windows, but only strange dimensional portals which admit and release in a way human language had not found ways to describe. Their language is that of synapse and neuron, of dream and fantasy, of angels and demons. These are places where the infinite universes and dimensions meet in an infinitesimally small space and eternity is squeezed into quantum moments.
Here we can find the beginning of everything and the destiny of all. Here a child's building blocks can construct galaxies and an entire solar system can fall into a speck of dust. The famous can vanish in to anonymity and the unseen pauper might be a ruler of all there is.
Most fear to see if they might reside in these chambers. Do you?
Tuesday, April 25, 2017
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"The Web dwells in a never-ending present. It is -- elementally, ethereal, ephemeral, unstable, and unreliable." -- Jill Lepore
Word to the wise, don't trust computers, the Cloud, the Web and all that. If it's important, make three copies, keep one at home, put one in a bank safe deposit box and give one to your mother-in-law.
Word to the wise, don't trust computers, the Cloud, the Web and all that. If it's important, make three copies, keep one at home, put one in a bank safe deposit box and give one to your mother-in-law.
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