I retain my libertarian freedom to ignore my smartphone.

All rebellion eventually culminates into standards, whether being crushed or victorious, whether established or novel--it's irrelevant.

He concluded: "This piece of fruit is not much like the fruit at all.

We rebelled, even if only temporarily. For a few hours every day, we dropped the rock, left the mount, and turned our backs to the toil and responsibility given and demanded of us by our gods and the authorities appointed to maintain them, and turned instead toward the reprieve we could only seem to find as we closed our eyes and slept together in those craters. We had committed the unforgivable sin of our age, against our age, and we found rest.

I blinked.And then couldn't.Let me be a little more explicit: "We have invented happiness," and I am lost. Hell is heaven forged by mankind and populated by mankind convinced of it . . . Hell is, because "I am".

A portico full of people who had traveled thousands of miles to meet up in paradise--now unanimously, fully engaged on their smartphones, sharing their experience.