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It Was Called The Middle Ages, The Dark Ages. If Not For The Monks, Everything The World Had Ever Learned Would Have Been Lost. Well, We Live In A Similar Time, When We're Losing The Vast Majority Of What We Do And See And Learn. But It Doesn't Have To Be That Way.

To Me, The Print Business Model Is So Simple, Where Readers Pay A Dollar For All The Content Within, And That Supports The Enterprise. The Web Model Is Just So Much More Complicated, And Involves This Third Party Of Advertisers, And All These Other Sources Of Revenue That Are Sort Of Provisional, But Haven't Been Proven Yet.

Books Have A Unique Way Of Stopping Time In A Particular Moment And Saying: Let’s Not Forget This.

My Mind, I Know, I Can Prove, Hovers On Hummingbird Wings. It Hovers And It Churns. And When It's Operating At Full Thrust, The Churning Does Not Stop. The Machines Do Not Rest, The Systems Rarely Cool. And While I Can Forget Anything Of Any Importance--this Is Why People Tell Me Secrets--my Mind Has An Uncanny Knack For Organization When It Comes To Pain. Nothing Tormenting Is Ever Lost, Never Even Diminished In Color Or Intensity Or Quality Of Sound.

But There Was Something Psychological Happening There That Was Just A Little Bit Different. And The Other Thing Was, There Was No Stigma. Kids Weren't Going Into The 'center-for-kids-that-need-more-help' Or Something Like That. It Was 826 Valencia.