Lying in bed, somewhere between being asleep and awake, my mind drifted to this
place called E2. What's it like, why is it there? How much information is stored
on its servers - I hope someone will be kind enough to tell me. It's fascinating,
really, who could've imagined it, even just a few decades ago.
And, what goes on behind the scenes - do little people scurry about reading, writing,
digesting and voting, being kind, being rude, making friends and enemies?
And to bigger things, to the net itself. How many lives are poured out into
its virtual pages? All those blogs, journals, diaries. So much information,
factual and fictional, stored in a code that is beyond the comprehension of
my poor brain. The pictures, the photos, the films, the stories, so much of
life, both the beautiful and ugly.
So do I start today? Do I contrubute my few thoughts to the morass that is
out there? What the hell, it will be smaller than the tiniest drop in the hugest
ocean. It will make an insignificant change to the zillions of bits stored 'out there'. Someone has to do it, and the millions
who already do do not fear cluttering up the -- what's the word, there should
be one, something huge like stratosphere or hyperspace -- hmm, I ramble...
So here goes nothing, the first miniscule drop of these thoughts put to an
electronic page, in a near infinite universe of ... what?