The cocoon

The new world of the cocoon sounded suffocating when I first heard of it. Padded, and more importantly, created by the Song of the Crowd. 

But if we are living in a nanocasted world, how does the Crowd create my cocoon? Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the Crowd has demanded a world of cocoons. With the overwhelming amount of choices before us, we can still choose what to include and exclude in ours.

The old world is/was a more rigid structure, a box that represented our employment and the identity that went with it. Separate and distinct from the next guy. Decorated with diplomas and conversations of protocol.

Even so, the world of the box was/is a secondary existence. Primary existence was and is home. When I thought of it, home is more like a cocoon than a box, so perhaps cocoon isn't so unfamiliar. Maybe in fact it is just plain comfortable.