Virtual Revolution

I am the Taliban when it comes to writing. I'm a guerrilla army ten thousand strong, ten million billion strillion strong. I'm fuckin ISIS, Al Qaeda, the Mujahideen, the Tamil Tigers, the IRA, Che Guevara, Fidel Castro, Genghis Khan and Jesus Christ all rolled into one green helmet wearing cigar chewing AK wielding cave dwelling bomb planting railroad wrecking kneecapping great big hearted son-of-a-bitch.

I'm not here to take part. I'm here to detonate my suicide vest.

It's crazy how we're living through a revolution. It's not the Industrial Revolution. It's the Virtual Revolution. There's a new thing in this world and we gotta adapt to it. Adapt or die. Keep up with the herd or get picked off by wolves.

How does one ameliorate one's chances of surviving a revolution?

Let go. Embrace change. Realise there are things a lot bigger than you; even if you think you understand it, your formulation, hypothesis, and assumptions may not take in all the variables. We don't understand the multiverse so why assume we understand ourselves?