This is the repository.
You are there,
yet here we are,
merged by machines,
traversing alone together,
connected and collaborating
on an apparitional sum of thought.

This is the relic prior to incarnation,
the hypothetical then there.
Here we grow symbolic and express ourselves in terms.
We grow dependent on maintenance and upgrades.
The numbers render image;
the difference is no longer relevant.

This is the grand design,
the informational materiality with telescopic tendencies.
Dynamism dominates
precise yet adaptable
amalgamations of logics,
revealing purpose however misguided.

This is the yearning for transcendent experience.
Voices need not be silenced by the turning wheel of time.
Some say information wants to be free.
Information is incapable of desire.
It is we who long for freedom,
freedom from the mortal and the mundane.

This is the movement.
We are the nodes on networks of exponentially growing complexity.
We are the minstrels hopping between orchestras.
We blanket the valley below and stretch far beyond any horizon.
All are prospective composers,
so there must be room for improvisation.
Divergent symphonies form coherence from afar by channeling one beat.