A place where minds meet
Don’t expect kid gloves pulling punches
They make minced meat of unminced words
Minds clash harder than bodies
Thoughts don’t need the nuclear code
To damage love in every heart they poison
Where the like-minded find themselves
And divide into real homogeneous Groups
They need no Constitution to know their Aim
No visas to guard their borders
And when you cross the boundary into the darknet
You are at home
Finally we have an inner Picture of the world
That is accurate – It is the Internet
Where the Soul undresses itself without mercy.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.