Greetings,

I’m writing to you to share some of my concerns and atsame time, ask you for help. It’s aboutInternet.

The biggest problem caused byInternet, as I can see it, isopenness and accessibility tounlimited amount of information.

Naturally, one who can touchkey board at least with one finger, should acceptInternet with all its good and evil asincredible invention of all times.

That’s one side ofcoin.

Another one is that I’m totally lost inocean of online offers; one is more seductive than other.

”The best method of creating your wealth on line…” shouts at ussales letter.

“The most progressive ever way of building your list of subscribers…”hollers another.

Tens if not hundreds of messages (most of them, certainly, unsolicited) call us to prosperity on line.

I was raised to respectword written. It’s not only The Constitution , laws ofstate, school textbooks, manuals, instructions, notes, you name it!

The Bible, of course. I will always remembernotorious question my Pastor used to ask me: ”What is written inBible about it?”

Looked like for every problem one had ever experienced, Pastor could findanswer inBible.

In short,miraculous power ofword, written in my heart, is written ‘in stone.’

Now, when I readunlimited list of superlative adjectives of sales letters I feel desperate, thriving to find out ‘wheredog is hidden.’

The messages wherewriters start saying:

”Don’t you lose this one in your whole life opportunity, etc”

I wonder, if one can findpumpkin, who would wish to lose his one time in his whole life chance?

So, I clicklink, openweb site and readspecial report, nicely formatted, highlighted, emphasized, splashing good news into my face, raping me with ‘order, order, order, and again, order.’

But that’s not all!

“If you order before midnight,” it says, “you will sure get tons of bonuses, so don’t tarry!”

I move aside from my desk everything, spillingcup of coffee I was advised to grasp before readingmessage, fumbling for my ‘electronic wallet’ and just about to fill inform…

ThanksLord, it is still necessary to fill inform,last chance to escapehypnotic daze ofsales letter, cool down, and recover fromfog of‘narcotic’ power ofcommercial offer.

Uff, sweating and shivering, I regain consciousness, trying to think about something else and put offhanging above me horrendous cloud of doubt:

”What if this is that one chance fromthousand , which just come only to bold and smart individuals, who, after justfew months report to us:

”I come back to gloomy days ofwinter twozerozero? when I didn’t have any money to paybills, to do this and that, etc, unless I met John Smith who showed mebig picture… so now my life has completely changed. Look at my house, I boughtweek ago andnew car I’m thinking of buying, and, so on.”

To resist this temptation is next to impossible...

With my last effort, I press my right hand so that not to clickdesirable link taking me totreasures island where money grows ontrees and one can experience joy and gladness because one blessed day she clicked this miraculous link!

Paradise lost?

No, Mr John Milton,

Paradise found…

Instead ofepilog.

After nearly four years of trying to find‘Magic formula’ for getting rich onInternet, I’m still where I was last century.

“If I could do it, you can too…”

“Can I?”

This article was posted on December zeroeight, twozerozerofive