A Letter I Wrote to My Mom about the Internet While Listening to Paul Simon

Dear Mom,

Now that you have an email account, I can log into the Internet
(... hello darkness my old friend ...) to send you mail (... I've come
to talk with you again ...) You wanted me to tell you more about the
Internet (... a vision softly creeping ...); well, it's a wonderful
form of entertainment (... in restless dreams I walked alone ...) Of
course, with a 14.4 modem, it's not exactly an information
superhighway (... narrow streets of cobblestone ...), but it can be a
lot of fun. For starters, there's home pages (... people talking
without speaking ...), IRC (... people hearing without listening ...),
and of course the virtual worlds of MOOs, MUSHes, and MUDs (... people
writing songs that voices never sing ...), allowing you to talk to
people all around the world!  (... fools that I yet do now know ...)
And the best part is that the number of people on the 'net doubles
every few months (... silence like a cancer grows ...)! Plus, there's
tons of into about the 'net on the net! (... and the people bowed and
prayed, to the neon god they made ...) So, fire up Netscape, and have
a good time! - Sarang

P.S. I won't be able to call this week, but we can keep in touch via
email (... and echoed in the web of silence ...).