My first Google Eve, since 2005, with no GOOG beneath my feet. You'd think I'd feel nothing for the game, but of course I do. What an exquisite moment in time.
I feel like Dover Beach tonight. The moon, the night, the coast, the salt spray.
My feeling is, I'm done with GOOG. Fairy tales, after all, don't really come true. Unless they do. Schrodinger's Cat curls up in the corner of my ceiling and draws its last, and future, breath.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar....