Actually, the electronic format is weirder than we think: It lashes us to a tighter and tighter frenzy (ok, sexual metaphor again) of having to constantly put out things. (Ouch. The metaphors do appear to be unavoidable.)

Why the insane production quotient? Because the format encourages you to always look AT THE LATEST THING! And whatever you wrote from even a month ago just disappears, off the edge of a flat earth screen.

What if Faulkner or William Blake or dear Rumi had been tied to such a speed-up mania?

It's OK to say God help us. Perhaps we can get a faster respone, say, than from Zuckerberg, who, by all accounts, is even more lost than we are.