I'll Be Your Mirror

    If the Internet is our mirror reflecting NOT just our own, but that of a world-soul, then it's true––even if you're NOT an ardent Led Zeppelin fan, the song does, very much indeed––remain the same.

    AND...

    Thus the question too we must ask––do we like what we see?

Whether one believes the World Wide Web is a product of a technology handed us from aliens or something that Al Gore created, call it what you will––be sure of this it's here to stay.

    Why?

    Birds gotta swim, fish gotta fly, right? 

Or we hope. 

    The vision of the Mark Zuckerberg's metaverse is somewhat more than alarming––A Dickesless "Grand Theft-Auto" style Reaganomics in Cyberspace––be afraid. 

    Very. Fucking. Afraid. 

    But NOT the kind of fear 'they' want you to feel (seeing that when anyone refers to the ominous they, other than a select pronoun choice, it's usually a big ass cop-out, so allow me more more specific: China, (are you listening) Russia, definitely NATO, ALL Republicans, nearly ALL Democrats, Wall Street, NPR (except for the Moth Radio and maybe Ira Glass, definitely NOT Dianne Reeves and Terry Gross but the rest are ALL suspect as far as I'm concerned), Big Pharma, the Ivy Leagues, ALL fucked-up religions,  fast-food chains, well-wacked-out malicias, Holywood (though there's still hope I believe), 12-Step Programs (unless you better fucking be there), Corporate Anything (with few exceptions)––and this you know goes on and on); the kind of fear that inspires you to make a difference. 

PREFACE 

This is a true story. 

It is a terrible story; but it is also a story of hope and of beauty. 

It reveals with startling clearness the abyss on which our civilisation trembles. 

But the self-same Light illuminates the path of humanity: it is our own fault if we go over the brink. 

This story is also true NOT only of one kind of human weakness, 

but (by analogy) of ALL kinds; and for ALL alike there is but one way of salvation. 

As Glanvil says : Man is not subjected to the angels, nor even unto death utterly, 

save through the weakness of his own feeble will. 

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. 

Love is Law. Love under Will. 

ALEISTER CROWLEY.