I get so sad every time I visit a part of the internet that is dead. Seeing the "most recent" posts from 2009 is like going to an old western ghost town with decrepit buildings and dead bodies inside... Just horrifying. If you were the internet, imagine you went on an adventure in rim territory in order to prove the shape of the earth. You wake up one day after another frozen night of sleep and look at your hands... The round earth society is your fingers... You have frostbite on your fingers, and it seems like there is nothing you can do to save your them... Your fingers fall off... The body continues to feel, and your mind continues to percieve, and in your mind the fingers, or at least where they were, are still a part of you. But you know there is nothing you can do to save them. And so the body moves along, most of the time unthoughtful of the absence of it's fingers. But occasionally it looks down and is reminded by its hands of what once was...