The Age of Information


We are creatures of information,

And so, we are creatures of communication.

I realize this.

So I write my message, read over it, and fix a few typos.

I roll it up and put it in a little bottle,

And I calmly approach the shore.

An infinite ocean of bottles.

No water, just bottles.

Quadrillions and quintillions of different bottles

Floating, sinking, washing over and around one another.

I cast my bottle blindly into this ocean of bottles.

Squint my eyes, and watch it float farther and farther away.

There it goes.




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