Family is the place where life begins, but it can wound us, even as it nurtures, leaving us empty, instead of fulfilled. Our hearts beat so loudly that we want only silence.
This is the reality of the Internet. Nobody has a plan. Sure, we work to build things, and they may end up in the general direction where we planned them, but everything takes on a life of its own as the mass consciousness and the consensual hallucination takes hold. The founders of anything successful describe, in retrospect, how they planned things, but the reality is that nothing ever goes according to plan.