An Englishman in New England

A peculiar thought:

Email is a fairly dependable way of communicating with fellow human beings, however, as with all systems, it is not perfect. In just ten short years, more emails have missed their mark and gone shooting at close to the speed of light into the electronic Ether than probably all humans born in history. Where exactly this Ether is, we do not know, but it has to be around here somewhere.

If we consider that each of these wayward communiques has a mass, however tiny, we must also realize that this mass is expanding at an appreciable rate every second. If the Internet is not fixed in time, and this email behemoth in the making reaches such a mass that the electrostatic repulsion of the atoms from which it is made is compromised, the Earth will be consumed by a black hole created entirely from aeons' worth of messages touting penis enhancement pills, private webcam wank sessions with teenage girls and mortgage refi deals with the lowest interest rate of the century.

You have been warned. . .think of the children!