It's hard when the web grows faster than our cognition of it.
If only we could do as the Apache's did, retreat to the high, ghostly mountains.
They failed in their endeavor, and the Chisos no longer act as a fortress.
The sea of clouds protected the mountains from the web, but they receded just as we departed.
I remain inspired by the human drive for progress.
We change for changes sake.
We improve endlessly.
We do not stop.
We rarely step out of the current.
Even more rarely do we climb a bluff, to observe the river.
What comes ahead?
What lies behind?
Who the heck cares? I'm fed, warm, and watching TV! Isn't that grand?
At what cost?
What is the foundation of the information age? What bones are buried under Silicon Valley?
What morals does the internet hold?
What happens if someone turns off the power?
Why?
