quid natum totiens, crudelis tu quoque, falsis
ludis imaginibus? cur dextrae iungere dextram
non datur ac veras audire et reddere voces?

Thus Aeneas calls after his mother (Venus) at Aen. I.407-409. I remember Dr. Holmes pausing there and telling us: "This is one of Vergil's great questions." And so it is, but it's particularly relevant here and now as a mediation on abyss of the internet. Why do we play with each other with false appearances? How is it that the net doesn't really lead us to hold hands or have true conversation? All this virtual stuff gets so old. But that problem is hardly new, as Vergil teaches us.