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There used to be white-handed writers.
Worked for a tiny discharged bunch.
And now the writer is the voice of the masses.
Will become himself at the cash registers.

The world is ruled by feelings. And if you give the average person a bottomless reservoir of human wisdom (we are talking about the Internet), he will not draw from it information that contradicts his deepest beliefs. He will not look there for what is true, but unpleasant. Most of us will look for something that is pleasant, albeit wrong.

Streamers on twice *** Assa, blacks and virgins.

- Please tell me you don't hack Argus from Argus.
- I'm not hacking Argus from Argus. I'm hacking... Interpol from Argus.

The network is such a thing, in it you can shout that you are a murderer, and no one will even raise an eyebrow. And hang a video with a talking cat, people from all over the world will gather, they will sigh and swell.

Last night is not a dream? The internet says no, but I still can't believe it.

It becomes more and more difficult to be like a virtual self.

- This is an opportunity to bring people far away, but loved ones are disconnected.

- Ha-ha, seals, ***!

You and I know that nothing is erased or disappeared on the Internet. Man has created a monster that he can no longer control.

The Internet ... is a warehouse of other people's brains, emotions, PR, phobias ...

Proceed from the position strong, not weak. If you presented something you did not ask, you will automatically be in a weak position. Why an advertising man, journalist or a "friend" in the network needs to decide on what you should pay attention to? In all probability, is the Porsche a note about the new trump tweet or a video about funny puppies is not something that promotes your development and makes you more happy. Philosopher Epictetus, and without Instagram even two thousand years ago understood the following: "If the first counter has received the right to commit violence against your body, you would be humiliated and discouraged. Then why do not you dislike to give to the first comer the right to violence over your inner state?"

The Internet has transformed the feeling of envy in some sort of plague of modernity.

Flipping through friend feed in Facebook, or in Instagram, or the freshest tweets, we mindlessly "scrollable" own life. It is unlikely at least one person on his deathbed annoyed that I never have time to post some tweets or photos. But many will regret that little time is given to communication with other people.