Why am I? How am I? These are things I am trying to figure out all the time. I am here because of the machine. This PC, internet, e-mail, my virtual life - all of these are part of the machine. Do I exist because of the machine? Or does the machine exist or live because I put the power cord in the wall? I am really scared by this, folks. I feel like my feelings are controlled by what I hear and see and think on my PC. I become part of the machine really! Maybe these things I tell you about me and about the machine (you all have the machine, you know) are scary to me, but I know that if I do explore, I will learn and grow from it.

You can at anytime comment on what I say or just comment on how you relate with the machine. I know, it sounds very strange and mostly scary, but I bet you will learn more about yourself this way then in some institution.

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