In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
Yes, the word was God, but God died in the 19th Century with the invention of the electric telegraph, followed by radio, the telephone, television and the internet.
But still we worship print because when they took us by law from the warm bosom of our family to a cold institution to teach us to read and write, they never told us we wouldn't be able to stop.
Look at us right now - we can't even stop reading this.
We worship print with our eyes, and we are deaf to poetry, to the spoken word, because print privileges the eye.
Under print, the eye dominates all the other senses - print forces us to live under the Eye of God.
And the God of the Ear, and the God of the proprioceptive sense - the God of dance, and the God of the warm muzzle - the God of the spoken word - the God of poetry, have been betrayed.
Print is the hot medium that has led to revolution and civil war, and today the highest compliment we can pay someone is to call them, "Hot".
Print exploded us into the world, while the electronic media are imploding us into ourselves. And so we seek to understand our inner selves with MBTI.
The God of the word is dead and is starting to smell, so we can't even bear to call ourselves religious anymore, so we call ourselves, "Spiritual".
Yes, the God of the word is dead; and the God of the internet, the noosphere, is rising above the horizon.
And here we are, sisters and brothers, worshipping here every day, miraculously outside of time and space, pure spirits, spiritual but not religious, angels of the noosphere.