Angst

if there is any truth, it's that the entire multidimensional infinity of the Universe is almost certainly being run by a bunch of maniacs.

Douglas Adams The Hitchhickers Guide to the Galaxy

And so the merry-go-round continues, and our lives become consumed by the banal crap being beamed into our eyeballs, or our lug holes. Bombarded by the inane and stupifying stuff.

So do we throw everything into the deepest lake or duck pond? Impossible, it seems, the geeks have inherited the earth, and we are all part of the digital revolution. We are all part of it whether we like it or not. Unless you live completely 'off grid' then you are pretty much stuffed mate.

When the digital revolution started, it seemed so liberating, you were like a wild west hero riding out into the digital range. Staying somewhere for a while then moving on, visiting the next repository of information in the next 'cyber town'. It was all a bit of fun? Now everthing is different, it's all run by the algorithms, pieces of mathematics and computer code so unbelievably complex that even the creators are sometimes a bit unsure of what they have created. Yikes!

What lockdown has done is to insidiously prove the concept. A digital machine age built on impersonal networks, binary code, and techno wizardry, so fiendishly addictive and complex, that even Sir Tim himself would struggle to grasp what is happening. Our collective future is now writ digitally large. After all you can do everything online now citizen.

Perhaps I should give some advice to all us 'cyber citizens' and that is to rebel for a moment, go and see the real beauty of the natural environment that we are still blessed with. Do it before the rolling fields become data centres or solar farms. Do it before Brick England is writ large on our green and pleasant land. Our land sullied by those dark satanic data centres?

Have we built a cyber nightmare in England's green and pleasant land. Seems like it?