For he comes, the human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.
How have we come to this place? An impulse, heedlessly obliged, and now we wander, detached from body, time, and space. In comfort we carelessly drift, a world at our fingertip. The algorithms invite us, delight us, enchant us, ensnare us. What life do you leave behind? Will the feed satisfy your appetite? Will the streams quench your thirst? Take an account of your surroundings, but don't linger too long. The web goes ever deeper and it's gifts are not as they seem. When the portals beckon, will you answer? And drift again into the internet, to the realm of Binary Faerie.