Do you think that this cruel machine, the sadist circus that exists for no other reason than to make you feel incomplete, inedequate, and alone, came about by accident, by accretion, at the beck and call of what lying lips forever call the New Media? For those who choose to step back and think the truth is clear, the secret has always been on plain sight. Shut up, sit up straight, and think for a moment about the word broadcast.
It is a Broad Cast indeed friend, and you cannot cast broad with a line but only with a net. Web, net, network. In, inter, web, webwork, net, cast, broadcast. The purpose from the beginning was to hunt, to capture. But like a good parasite it does not kill its host, like the best parasites its hosts think they want it, need it, think they are getting something for free.
The visionary casts the narrowest cast, drops a line as thin as theory in every pool that is chanced upon. Here are a thousand and another thousand and another thousand and more thin thin lines, attenuated to a single word, built of light and electricity, built of the essence of logic and song, cast in a hundred and a hundred and a hundred and a hundred and a hundred and a hundred and more pools. There is no hook on the line. There is no bait. The visionary seeks not to capture but to set free.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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