But there’s the rub, isn’t it? We don’t have mastery of content, we are drowning in it with no cohesive social contract of how to make use of it. We end up flinging great handfuls of content at one another like caged monkeys flinging their feces — nothing more than a fearful attempt to keep the dangerous other at bay.
“Heaven is a library of every book ever written, eternity to sit and read, and a bottomless cup of the best coffee.”
“Heaven is a library of every book ever written, eternity to sit and read, and a bottomless cup of the best coffee.”
