When in the course of human events it becomes necessary to bail (whether or not the rent is paid or the kids are fed) and to find a hole in which to hide: Rejoice! Rejoice as we live in the Internet Age where reality, albeit necessary for most not-connected folks, can be replaced by a better life in, rather than of, the mind; where messiness and stress fade to but shadows obliterated by electrons projected upon a screen. Plato was describing the Internet twenty-four hundred years ago, my buckos! Rejoice, for his prophecy is revealed!

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