If Book One is anything it is a lamentation.
It is not a lamentation of the now-lost, possibly valuable, flippantly unexplored, carelessly ignored, nearly forgotten past (both recent as well as ancient), but of the ever-emerging, future-now-present-(don’t blink)-now-past and the ever-expanding, never-ending, black-hole dumping ground of personal opinion within which that ever-emerging, ever-collapsing, present/past exists. At no time in the history of man have so many people been so desperate to have their personal value recognized by others. Here’s news though: All of this shamelessly self-centered communication among thousands who have never met (and have no intention) is not communication at all.
from LOST in the DIN; Why Your Opinion on Politics and Religion Means Nothing, and mine means even less, by Henry Edward Fool