BOO-YAH CATHEDRAL!

Sometimes I ask myself, "Andy, what's the point? The Internet is a giant cacophonous monster of information. Wouldn't it be more reasonable to just contribute to the real world? Wouldn't it be more noble to march on in stoic silence and make personal, intimate connections instead of trying to contribute to this egocentric firestorm of noise?"

And that's when I remind myself that this isn't really about me, you guys. This is about putting out so much information and energy that we change all of reality forever. My tiny blog and tiny rants are a drop in the ocean of the digital age that can bring about a world where anything is possible. We'll all be able to experience and share so much simultaneously that the fantastic will become mundane. You know those brilliant moments where you feel connected to something larger than yourself? That will happen all the time. You'll be living in a constant state of brilliance and fascination. Genius, true genius and fantastical innovation will occur at such a speed that it will surpass our ability to experience it.

And that'll change everything, you know? It might reach the point where if you just think something, it exists. The world will become like the mind of a six-year-old.

Lemme splain, when a six-year-old jumps on a couch and does his signature wrestling move, "BOO-YAH CATHEDRAL!", your mind (which is hopelessly out of sync with the new world order) can't understand it. You hear a noise and a word and it seems like complete nonsense until he jumps on you. But in his mind, it's entirely possible for him to say the words, "BOO-YAH CATHEDRAL!" and he turns into a cathedral or a cathedral falls out of a hole in the sky and crushes you.

But with the Internet, there won't be a difference between having an idea and the manifestation of that idea. Things will just happen the second they are thought of. Then be discarded. So it will all be new all the time everywhere at once in every single glorious ever-refreshing moment!

CATHEDRALS WILL RAIN FROM THE SKY WHILE SWIRLING PURPLE GEYSERS ERUPT POP-TART CARTS AND ALFREDO SAUCE OCEANS BUBBLE AND BURST AND ENGULF THE MOON WRAPPED IN CHRISTMAS LIGHTS THAT SHARE AN OUTLET WITH GOD'S BEARD TRIMMER!

That's...uh...why I'm writing stuff...