The lightnings trembled And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Lord Byron, Prometheus idefiancesilence
What shape is the internet? A Gallery by Noah Veltman noahveltman.com According to patent drawings, it's a cloud, or a bean, or a web, or an explosion, or a highway, or maybe a weird lump. wwwgraphics