MWahahaha. Sly, mousy information mongers, tucked in their cocoons of data threads like iddy-widdy silkworms, pondering the guileless, sexless, sweatless and heartless collations of past pontifications. If these are indeed the secret rulers of the Universe, then the universe is a pretty thin gruel, a pasty pottage, a wan and waning whimper in the breast of a fallen Spirit.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.