One coin, tree sides.

I have a mate whose life flows over to psyberspace as smoothly as the foam of a well-poured Guinness in a pint glass. I find him rather intriguing.

His activities transform his share of the virtual realm into an almost tangible domain, practically indistinguishable from his everyday reality. I suspect there might be a compensatory element in his motives, but he is charismatic enough for me to ignore that. In fact, I think he is the product of e-volution. Humans are becoming 'hyperreal'- not in Baudrillard's sense but in the sense that consensual reality is embracing the Net. We are real in the first place; we become even more real by replicating ourselves through a non-local field. Recursion and self-reference...

My kin, on the other hand. Once in a while we become aware of our sleepwalking through the day. We catch odd glimpses of the kaleidoscopic nature of reality- change your point of view slightly and see the picture alter beyond recognition. Rarely do we dare to consciously introduce new variables in the function. But when we do then hs4Co ensues. And it's fun. And it's also a nightmare. And it is (not.)

Real within unreal within hyperreal within unreal within...

Am I doing your head in?

How can you be sure your head even e-xists?