In the spaceship of my mind

It's the day's end and I feel the urge. This is a new feeling for all of us because we can suddenly sit in front of the screen and allow the mouse to take us across the world. Like Neo in The Matrix searching for answers in the net we travel across the globe consuming international-flavoured porn and politics with equal ease.

Suddenly the physical attributes of Asian porn stars (they never shave) assume equal importance as the Kosovo plans for closer ties with the West, the discovery of mini-tornadoes in laboratory Petri dishes and the war in Iraq.

We can now immerse ourselves in a digital medium that never sleeps, re-shaping our perception and augmenting our knowledge to a degree that must, at some point, in the early hours of the morning, create a certain exosomatic experience of perception as if our bodies fall away and all that exists of us is mind.

Were it that easy. To escape into a world where information is the coin of the realm. We would then evade that inner pain that gnaws at our gut and heart, that tells us that "The Centre cannot Hold/Things Fall Apart/And Mere Anarchy rules the world."