I've been sitting here, sipping my coffee and woolgathering. Last night I'd been putting my new modem through its paces - downloading, playing streaming audio, surfing like there was no tomorrow - and it's got me thinking about how different the world is becoming because of computers. Here I am sitting in a little room in Mississauga and at some point in the near future my thoughts, as best as I can transcribe them, are right now being read by you. In another window, I am looking at the traffic conditions along the QEW. I am listening to a radio station being broadcast from San Diego. Silently in the background, my processer is crunching away on signals recieved from the deep recesses of space - looking for a pattern or glitch that would indicate something alive. My eyes are over the Gardiner. My ears are in San Diego. Without a second thought I'm scanning into the deeps of time and space. My thoughts are now in the future with you. With a click my eyes can be at a TGIFs in Texas. My ears can be listening to classical music broadcast from Toronto. My mind can absorb knowledge and opinions from any one of a billion plus pages. Now there have been stacks of books written on what the future would look like, how computers will effect our lives. But as I sit here sipping my coffee, I'm not concerned so much with the wizbang factor of things. I'm not thinking about what neat little doodads and thingamawhats will do so much as I'm wondering what does this do to us as a people. What sense of self, what philosophies will derive from a world where the limitations of geography -and to some extent, the limits of time- no longer matter.