Your search has taken you far and wide through-out cyberspace... Your travels have been exhaustive...
You have left more than one search engine in a pile of smoking rubble... Your quest... Wisdom. Inner substance.
A tool to help make sense of the modern world. An artifact of heart and reason.

The data-stream wind is blowing up here... Nestled atop a mountainous network core sits the digitized monastery.
As you reverently open the seemingly ancient gates, you are subdued by the smell of incense... Or is that burning circuitry?