It must've appeared in a flash-like lightning effect where the image imprinted on our eyes brightly starts to fade, inexorably as time once again tells the same old story. It's when the new guise itself takes on an original life of its own that things begin to get interesting.
The nature of the technological singularity reflects the aspect of the only possible singularity itself. When the map's depictions threaten to drop you in between the curved and constantly unsheathing barbed teeth of the fractal dragon leering forward in an endless Cheshire smile, it's always nice to remember that even real shadow-beasts cannot actually cause harm in and of themselves. Just nevermind which is the map and which the territory anymore. Seems to me it's our correspondence with the creatures that dwell in between the pages of the narratives we've been led to imbibe that we should be concerned about. Not their empirical existence mind you but rather their ineffable impact on the lives and decisions of growing persons the world over. Think of it what ye will.
After all, what else got us here besides our will power? Our ability to navigate our way into and out of a shoe, for one thing. No one's here to cheer us on. We're all gathered here alone together. It's up to each one of us when to get out of bed, brush our own teeth, when to drink a glass of water, and when to be conscious of taking in a breath. With only each other to guide us, it's a small wonder we so often are led in circles. Who else are we going to turn to in our times of need?
The arch-nemeses of a host of individuals today remain attached to their peripheries like shadows in the way of their path intruding in the bright glare of day and withdrawing through the portals of twilight to disappear into the murkiness of night. At the end of the day you have to live with yourself.
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