Someday, hundreds, or even thousands of years from now, the internet will be a digital graveyard. Archaeologists will be hackers who search through the digital trenches finding remains of lives passed.

What will be left? Will it be loads and loads of photos, trivial comments, broken links to old articles, and divisive political rants? Or will it be something else?

The whole thing will be out there on the digital web to see, and yet, still so much of our existence will be left unconverted, hidden behind the masks of a culture projected online.

As I write and think about this, I realize that we will be no different than the cultures before us. It’s all new until it’s not. Then it all passes. The world will still hurt. The world will still smile. The world will still spin.