There will be extraordinary unpredictable outbursts, a sort of volatility, largely driven by extremist cults of one sort or another… That’s what we have to look forward to — that, plus the Internet and Virtual Reality. People will retreat into these electronic hideaways.
“All night, and as the wind lieth among
The cypress trees, he lay,
Nor held me save as air that brusheth by one
Close, and as the petals of flowers in falling
Waver and seem not drawn to earth, so he
Seemed over me to hover light as leaves
And closer me than air,
And music flowing through me seemed to open
Mine eyes upon new colours.
O winds, what wind can match the weight of him!”
Ezra Pound | “Speech for Psyche in the Golden Book of Apuleius”