The internet is like everything that came before it, but so much more. More powerful than the greatest words ever written or spoken in any language, more powerful than any image or symbol ever seen, more powerful than hope or fear, more powerful than religion, faith itself, the totality of the human spirit. The invisible infinite that rules over our lives whether we want it to or not. But really, who doesn’t? Everyone wants a master, everyone needs some version of God.

When he’s staring into a screen, he’s staring into the abyss. That void of his own making. Of course the abyss would stare back at you.

Potential isn’t in a limitless sky. It’s in the clouds. And it’s online.

Googling yourself is an act rooted in either narcissism or paranoia, or both, and it seems weird because it is weird.

Language itself is under attack. And it’s losing. Badly. The rise of television was one thing, but the internet has really escalated the assault.

Internet trolls get in the way of a popular opinion or a person’s good argument or take some aggressive action toward the general peace.

New York City: the original internet.

Enough thinking about the internet.