It's probably been said before, but there it is. We seethe and tumble through this staggering hyperlinked neural network of text, activating symbols as we fall, leaving traces of our own trains of thought, our wandering paths of association remembered by the soft links, new patterns, new strings of meaning, new connections, new locations in mental hyperspace.

Everything is the brain, you are the train, and I'm the guy standing on the roof of the train, dodging the overpasses and playing air guitar, joyously, ecstatically, incoherently rambling at the sky.

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