I am surrounded by green expanses of ageless trees, rustling streams and a teeming multitude of creatures not of men but of God. Few humans have ventured here, including those with the wires and frequencies that connect my inner workings to the Internet. Today I can not bear the lag between thought and reality. I refuse to be reduced to the motions of a snail. I just wanted to live vicariously in your world for an instant, but instead the little ball swirls and swirls in a galaxy beyond the rustlings that exist in me.
Are you blessed with high-speed Internet?