we're all a bunch of little cyber-ego electrons circling around in a kind of auto-erotic falsehood of plastic desire. tribe is our fake universe for asserting these little ego selves represented by silly little photo "avators." we're bored, we're lonely, we're disconnected. or maybe writing here is like eating endless potato chips, not that satisfying but addictive anyway. all together, we may a big blog amoeba collective floating around in space serving no imaginable purpose whatsoever. all of tribe is a thought, a distracting thought that interferes with the meditaion of a focused life. label it as a thought and then delete. go out into the world. travel if you can. forget all about this wasteful time drain, this keyboard spasm that is tribe and for god's sake, do something!