If Atlantis exists, I'm sure it can be found on google, and I'll bet the real problem is too many hits. 1,000,000,000 sites of fanfic about Atlantis, you know, and only 1 Atlantis. On a far less spiritual plane, I like the game in which I figure out the most absurd phrase, particularly a mildly purple bit of pseudo-erotic prose or a stereotypic bit of religious sermonizing, and then run it through google in quotes. The thing one learns from this game is that no matter how trite or improbable the phrase, a surprisingly high percentage of the time that phrase has been used in 62 websites. When I want to buy anything fun, I go find some obscure little site that has it, or buy it on ebay.
I dream of finding museums of rural photography, ant farms in full swing, hiking trails I've never dreamed existed, musics I've never heard which hypnotize me, art I've never seen but which blows me away. Someday the 'net will be domesticated--but right now I revel in its anarchy and chaos.
In my eighty seven seconds of planning for my November novel, I've come to realize that
the discovery of life in outer space with a radio telescope will seem trite and difficult to prove as contrasted with the cool graphics which life can portray in cyberspace. Who needs a warp drive when one has google.com? Who will need to discover anything when millions of websites are little islands out there, waiting to be found?