Before the rise of the Internet, TV, magazines, and books published and put in bookstores were everything to me. I tried to know what Sartre said or Foucault wrote.
For me they were the heroes.
They died before the rise of the age of the Internet. Now I lost tottally connection to formerly published and appreciated world of knowledge and it was uncertain whether they were worthy to read.
Instead my heroes became Marxist Hacker 42, Morosoph and I concerned much more about what they said in the site rather than what former heroes left in a form of published books.
Now I feel dubious whether they were really outstanding figures.
Were we caught just in a big trick in a form of publications.
Now I can feel certain my heroes are real heroes. Because they are what I choose to know, not the ones being given by others publicly.
We might have been easily misled by media in the age of media dominance. In the age of the Internet we can form our world in our judgement.
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