The year draws to a close, even though it’s just another way of adding segmentation to a river: a little curious, maybe a little vain, but at least it’s something that allows us to keep on with the pretense that we know what we’re doing. Another line in the laughably egocentric ledger of human progress. The year 2003 becomes 2004, and there’s no question about it. We are going forward. There is progress. We are in a new age. We can laugh at all those things we didn’t know, or we can cry, sputter. We impose linearity on a chaotic process, developments on which we have a massive impact without exactly understanding how or why.