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And then it happened... 
a door opened to a world... 
rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, 
an electronic pulse is sent out, 
a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... 
a board is found. 
"This is it... this is where I belong..." 
I know everyone here... 
even if I've never met them, 
never talked to them, 
may never hear from them again... 
I know you all...


Woah.

http://www.mithral.com/~beberg/manifesto.html