An unusually cold winter witnessed the coming of a frigid season for the cyber space here. An invisible net which is always there menacing the activeness and spiritual ecstasy has loomed unprecedentedly large. The net in the Net is depriving the common surfers of their favorite goings, and is irrationally nibbling the field of a virtual wonderland for our mind.
With the incidences of the one-by-one collapse of well-known univ. bulletin boards, and the outcoming mandatory registration of personal owned cyber properties, the frigidity of this winter in the webspace has tightened everyone in their hearts. The fragility of an individual is too well self-expressed.
I can do nothing, but station myself as a calmed beholder, as though I was a disciple who engulfs myself in the be-what-you-are-told-to-be affair. For better or worse, I won't be one of the martyrs who swirl themselves in the catch-me-if-you-can game. Alas, everyone has to be encased in waht is called "right", instead of "true". Craze does not count here, nor does some irrational acts that will definately lead to imposed tacitness. We need imperturbability. As for the word Areopagitica, it is to summon in your heart, in vain.