Mobile device micro-attention is the scattergood of our day. The spendthrift divulges on our devices and the emptiness from feeling bankrupted by them. Where has my time and attention gone? When time comes chopped up into minuscule moments, it seems so cheap and easy to give away. When we pay long, sustained focus on something time becomes is so valuable.


Inside these coffers lie treasures untold. The murky underground potential we explore, the savings, and layers of meaning unfolding. In the black hole, the quantum entanglement, the soft breeze, they all untangle for us and others unlike us. A tree falls in the forest, and everything around it is placed on notice—given a difference announcement it would have for us.


Asian mystic traditions and Christian eschatology mingle into a silicon dream. The singularity realizes history’s technological forces, but as with any eschaton, it fractures the world. Unlike the spiritual revolutions of the past, however, all are not invited to take part. As a reality-denying elitist Gnosticism, it seems the perfect religion for those who have long ago forsaken contact with or care for the poor.