Eklectopia

Having a web page would seem to be a way to reach the world with personal ideas, talents, opinions and the desire to make new friends around the globe. Possibilities, I suppose, are endless. When I click to connect and hear the dial tone, then the static, then the whiney buzz of connection I visualize an infinitely wide highway with uncounted numbers of vehicles whizzing by at the speed of light. I merge into this flow from my dial-up ramp, just one of millions but I am there with the world. Who knows, maybe the universe is eavesdropping on our internet highway.