Oh, you accursed Dadaists, with your anti-utopian visions! You led us on, you killed the dream. And only now do I understand: there is no algorithm. Oh, you accursed Dadaists.

(Note that the hubris of the Universal Page’s grandiose vision is deliberate satire, and that Randall Packer’s Eulogy to the Dream is part of the joke. The work is meant to poke fun at starry-eyed new media utopianists who believe that the internet — or any medium — could possibly bring about world peace and universal accord. The message: it just doesn’t happen. All you’ll get is gibberish.)