“The old internet of I'm going to throw up a WordPress site. … I'm going to run my own email server. That's dead. … The whole promise of the internet of being openness, a million nodes. … Everyone who's listening to this who knows anything of what I just said, you should consider yourself fortunate because it was a moment in time. It's a golden era. It will never return.”

Until it feels like the end of the internet. Like the internet, the old internet of I'm going to throw up a WordPress site. I used to do it all the time. I've had a bunch of WordPress sites over the years. I'm going to run my own email server. That's dead. That's been dead for a long time. No email gets delivered if it's not sent by one of the big ones. This, this, the whole promise of the internet of being openness, a million nodes. You Can See and be connected to anyone else. BBS is hosted on someone's like draw, you know, server in their basement. We are fortunate. Everyone who's listening to this who knows anything of what I just said, you should consider yourself fortunate because it was a moment in time. It's a golden era. It will never return. It will never wait. It's impossible to return.