Worsening the Knowledge Gap *

Every so often I have a nightmare. I am trapped, chained to a computer keyboard. All around me are my captors, earnest young folk, all dedicated to their cause, fervent in their beliefs. They come in all sizes, shapes, colors, and sex; bearded, sloppy, neatly trimmed, in suit, tie, dirty tee-shirt, jeans. Each disagreeing with one another about the true way, united only in their opposition to me. A disorganized chant comes from their lips-not entirely in unison:+