I'll say! My words only survived a ten or twenty minutes before being attacked by one of the notorious slash.dot trolls, who modded it into oblivion. Even in that short time, no less than FIVE slash.dotters were intrigued enough to want to converse with me further. Had any of them thought my ideas lacked merit, they would have just ignored me, but clearly they sensed an opportunity for a stimulating converstaion. Indeed, the small seed I planted blossomed into a round- table of give and take comparable, I dare say, to Plato's Symposium.

But slash.dot's trolls don't care about conversation, or ideas. It took only ONE of them to decide that my ideas were too dangerous and threatening, in spite of the many who wanted more from me.

It's easy to forget how much evil takes place on the Internet outside of the Olympian country of Adequacy.org

I think I shall post a diary at slash.dot announcing that I am leaving forever, and would like all my previous comments and diaries deleted. I tried, but the trolling at slash.dot is just too much for me.

By the way, I bet none of you knew that I choose my Emily Dickinson poems entirely at random, did you? Emily's like my oracle. She always gives me something insightful for any situation.