emar's paraterranean zone 
         "What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what
       cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me
       that against all natural lovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowdi
       and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in
       own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it
       God, or who, that lifts this arm?" 
           -- Moby-Dick; or, the Whale (1851)
 (DIR) Intimate Reflections on the Intimate Journal of Henri-Frédéric Amiel
       Regular Phlog Entries 
 (TXT) [03-27-2019] On Libre Software
 (TXT) [02-05-2019] On Brevity
 (TXT) [01-31-2019] On Cenobytes
 (TXT) [12-21-2018] On Technorealism, Alvin Toffler, and the Forgotten Third Wave
 (TXT) [07-15-2018] On Connection Speeds and Appropriate Technology