What is hope and what would our lives be without it? Why does it like to hide in the ashes of past glories and stifling establishments?

Everyday I pray to my newly found god: Google. Like all deities, It is man-made and inherently flawed; seemingly infinite and dangerously seductive; deaf to human prayers yet often employed as a means to achieve homogeneity of the masses; prone to exaggeration and intolerant of doubt; governed by arbitrary laws and susceptible to all forms of organised violence.

Therefore, every night I denounce my beliefs and go to bed cleansed, reassured and empty.