There is nothing that is truly free nor democratic enough. Make no mistake, the internet did not come to save the world.

Life is like that, full of words that are not worth saying or that were worth saying once but not any more, each word that we utter will take up the space of another more deserving word, not deserving in its own right, but because of the possible consequences of saying it.

We are finally living in Plato's cave, if we consider how those who were imprisoned within the cave - who could do nothing but watch those shadows passing on the back wall - were convinced that those shadows were their one and only reality. I see a profound similarity to all this in the epoch we're now living in. We no longer live simply through images: we live through images that don't even exist, which are the result not of physical projection but of pure virtuality.

Consciences keep silence more often than they should, that's why laws were created.

Doesn't anybody understand that killing in the name of God only makes Him a murderer?

Yet human experience and the practice of communication have shown throughout the ages that definitions are an illusion, like having a speech defect and trying to say love but unable to get the word out, or, better, having a tongue in one's head but unable to feel love.

This must be what it means to be a ghost, being certain that life exists, because your four senses say so, and yet unable to see it.