ABSTRACT
E ven without understanding it, most of us realize that this is a world so fast that our messages and meanings no longer move on a wire which now is but a lament of the metaphoric imagination. Some are excited by the speed of a wireless world. For them, the collapse of the distances between and among meaning makers and their intendeds is fraught with promise. Perhaps so. Still, when once people sent each other hand notes, borne across small urban spaces by messengers on foot or horseback, there was a considered charm to their messages. Today, however, small children learn their letters on keyboards with mice that roam unconnected outside their electronic nests, their stubby ngers pecking away over an ill-considered time that all but eliminates space by downloading fantasy worlds to abodes without addresses. is, indeed, is a wonder. But is it good?
