Twenty years ago we embarked on an adventure to the furthest reaches of cyberspace and our collective minds are still there among the hoards of advertising and cybersex. We have created our own gods in our image among the information super highway, a world that is rife with corruption, neuroses and materialism.

What’s there at the end of the universe, for me and for everyone I know, and even the ones who I don’t? Why don’t I know the ones who I don’t know and why do I know the people I do know, are they arranged neatly, right in front of my eyes just for me. Are they just false demi-gods? Are they nothing more than carefully created hallucinations, or worse, post-apocalyptic androids, pleasing to the eye but cold and vague?  Or do we each create our own world based on our perceived notion of the so-called perfect world built on our image. Why is time a vacuum, endlessly sucking without rest, without mercy, sucking life away, day and night, as time tick-tocks away-a constant flow of continuity, evident of a world ruled by the watch, but who keeps time on this watch? Maybe god keeps the time, or maybe the big bang just happened mysteriously without rhyme or reason. We may never know, may never want to know or just cannot accept the things that are put in front of us to be that of god’s work.