A subjective illusion is building that the kind of data that inhabits cyberspace is capable of interstellar travel, and possibly even transmission to other worlds, and ultimately even the region where the dead go. There is an unconscious blurring of the spiritual and material, which arises in the confusion as to what kind of physical structure this virtual data has, what at bottom it actually consists of.  We are impressed, more than impressed, by the fact that it can be transmitted at the speed of electricity. We know that the content of the material is the same old stuff, but the age-old longing to see the other side of death without having to go there oneself is, nevertheless, being approached, psychologically, and even satisfied in the imagination of consumers, willy-nilly, by computers, cellphones, smart-phones, all devices  of  this new, animated matter. It has untold properties, interiors, promising regions of communication beyond our reach.  No one is explicitly saying this,  but it is just happening, satisfying a new assumption one has somehow smugly, I mean covertly, made about the full operation, transcendentally, of all realities.  There is that aspect of reality that we all are most secretly concerned with; an understanding or any type of glimpse beyond this life,  such as presages our passage into another place altogether.  A place we envision reaching, somehow intact in our persons, having left everything behind. Do not tell me this new technology, in its quest for invisibity and exploration, is not bringing you the means, the very gliding mechanisms, of a kind of quasi-salvation–and that you are not engaged in its  useless rituals–which, I mean to say, are tantamount to otherworldly preparations . . . .

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