Ode to the computer: It's soul-less window to the world beckons like the "siren song"–hard to resist, but often leading to tragedy if heeded. Especially if you are a naughty pervert, which it seems many Americans seem to be, given the proliferation of online porn. 

Would we want to go back to Precambrian Times, which makes up about seven-eighths of Earth's history? Well, technically, we weren't there, except as a gleam in God's eye (I'm not being literal here, just cute), but you get the idea. I like many of the technological advances that have come about in a very short space of time–when they are useful to me. It would be wonderful to understand why I'm sometimes overcome with the same urge to chuck the equipment into a snowbank or other type of natural resource, giving it the ultimate delete. I think there might be some kind of metaphysical satisfaction in doing so. Or, it could be the simple knee-jerk reaction to something irritating...like older siblings, etc.