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February 15, 2005
I am transparent. I am completely alone, and there is nothing to this world, and yet I like to be alive. All my good friends are translated into mathematical formulas and appear offline, but there is no flesh, nor blood, no souls, only nick names, only email addresses. They are all trapped in a web of information. I would like to meet the Spider who did all that. I would shake his many hands, I would look into his simple eyes, they see only light or no light, they see only black and white; he is a moralist, this spider...