The truth be told, this is the seventh time that I've started writing something for the Dogzine, and I believe about the tenth concept.  None of the previous versions merited either my time writing it nor your time reading it, so I scrapped them.  I entered the various stages of writers block ranging from 'missing that one word' to an outright state of denial.  Then, in a moment of divine inspiration or simply the good fortune of an apple dropping onto my head, it came to me.  I HATE THE INTERNET.  The reality is that I was holding myself to an unnecessary standard.  I forget that the internet is filled with mindless drones, clicking in a hapless manner attempting to find knowledge, inspiration, or just a little porn.  The internet is the antithesis of knowledge and quality.  Contrary to how Gutenburg's printing press revolutionized man's ability to document and expanded his knowledge beyond any of the previous limits, the internet will be the downfall of the intellectual renaissance that man has enjoyed for the last six hundred years by providing no bounds for information.  There are no qualifications to publish. Just as taking a soap box to a local park to rant about the truth behind Kennedy's murder or the crimes against animals perpetrated by the evil pharmaceutical industry, I can spout any information that I choose with virtual impunity and the moral equivalence to the Encyclopedia Britannica.  Content is irrelevant, as seen by the early number of hits that my page received relative to several of the others, who actually published some of their written tapestries. 

          So where exactly does this leave us; well the beginning.  I come not to praise the internet, but to bury it.  My contributions may one day merit the Holy Grail of written form, as they have in the past.  Until then, they will be but ghosts, 1's and 0's in the nebulous universe of a nameless server; remote, isolated, and sterile.

- Rocinante

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