The flood is come...
...and like Noah, the mythical ancient god of selective breeding, we can learn to ride the swell, wait for the ebb, and build a new and better world at the new high water mark, or we can choose to struggle impotently against the rising tide until we are crushed and drowned beneath a cascade of torrents.
'Ware the skepticism of the unicorn and the hubris of the brontosaurus. Neither beauty nor might will save you. The vision to see the oncoming flood and the industry to keep yourself afloat before it will mark the intelligently designed progenitors of the new digital age. The blind will be lost to myth, and legend, and faulty archeological dating practices. It has always been thus - since the world began, five thousand long years ago.
So fill your ark(ive) with two of every artistic temperament. The furry, the flighty, and the fishy smelling. The slothy, the shrieky, and the rage-filled poo flingers. Bring every down and out busker and overrated teen-diva you can, and join us in a wonderful new future!