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My new friend loved cross-word puzzles and was this untiring Libertarian. In a weird way he was a Buddhist. I mean he saw the info age as a world of accelerated impermanence. " You see, Michael, everyone must now be an entrepreneur. All bureaucracies are dying. It's called right-sizing, my friend. HAH! The government is the enemy! But don't you worry now, the market determines all. The weak die and the agile then get to live. " The engineer's face was lost in a cloud of cigarette smoke. I could barely make out his sinister beard and scary glasses.

" We're in the knowledge age, that means information has added value if processed correctly. There will be a lot of casualties and most people will fail in this world. But, we cannot rely on the government. It's just this bloated monster that provides crappy services. " The engineer was now on a roll. " All politicians are liars. Both the Republicans and the Democrats are all sucking off us. I believe in term limits, don't you? " I was starting to choke on the cigarette smoke. Large clouds of a nicotine atmosphere quickly tapered up the ceiling and out the window.

" Most people will fail to develop the entrepreneurial skills for the world of tomorrow. Everything's gonna be real fast and customized. Everything's gonna be super efficient. " The engineer took a slow, long drag from his cigarette. " All alignments are temporary. The temping of America has arrived. Only a fortunate few will benefit. HAH! " I felt numb. I began to realize that the information jungle was taking us over and we were simply becoming it. I looked at the engineer's head and saw a screen clotted up with thousands of dead bugs packed into a silent cake and saw an image of an asymptote fluxing towards infinity. Where could the mind rest from all this? It was a disturbing question.

When I was organizing my things in my dad's garage, I stumbled onto this book with shots of earth taken by some nameless astronaut. I was HOOKED. Earth looked beautiful. I mean what if we all saw these shots every night on TV? Wouldn't we care about each other more? I got this great idea for a TV show. The earth from space would be both a prelude and coda to each weekly episode. I got really stoked.

What a mandala, man. I mean the show would revolve around two lovers who understood computers and meditation, One would be a boomer and the other a generation Xer. Together, they would navigate the treacherous rapids of early Third Wave America. No! Early Third Wave planet earth! Yeah, we needed a bigger vision nowadays. I mean these lovers would really be secret angels sent to earth to help out a little. The idea really stoked me.

So much stuff could be explored on so many levels! It was a multiplex thing. It really was. I mean we had both a microscope and a macroscope now. We could see atoms and stars. We could also travel through the mind-stream into the mind ocean with the heavies. That was spiritual protection! All this techy stuff just wasn't enough. It really wasn't. We needed to explore all kinds of love. Our hearts were that important.

I mean there was the love of desire with all its confusions and then there was the unconditional love of pure spirit which was just it . It really was selfless and just radiated everywhere. Between these two loves you had a whole range of loves. I wanted to explore this. I mean it interested me. Don't you think this would be a cool TV series? I KNEW it was.

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