Natural Revisionist History

I am the center of an immense sea anemone. I look out in every direction through glowing tendrils.

Officially and for the record they will deny it. Get them talking amongst themselves in a dimly lit corner somewhere and every hypernaut will have a similar story. There are LinkHoles out there that no one built. They just grew.

Sometimes the affinity between two points of reference is so--I don't know--so passionate that a LinkHole spontaneously forms between them. Everyone knows this can't happen and everyone knows that is does.

It's wrong to think of paths of knowledge that a hypernaut follows to a chosen destination. There are currents of knowledge that sweep you along to their own conclusion. You can fight the current but you can't ignore it.

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