There is nothing like it on the face of this earth. I could talk for hours, days about how amazing it is to work at Google, and I wouldn't be done. And they're not done either. Every week it seems like there's a new perk, a new benefit, a new improvement, a new survey asking us all if there's any possible way in which life at Google could be better.
Twenty years from now, the idea that someone looking for love without looking for it online will be silly, akin to skipping the card catalog to instead wander the stacks because 'the right books are found only by accident'.
Why do people build stairs and delicate escalators, if they can fly? -- Why do they spend money (real or virtual) buying chairs if they cannot get tired? -- Why do they replicate their rather low quality RL architectural, physical environment _exactly_ in SL when they have the tools to create _anything_ they want? -- Why does everyone look like in SL as if they were from the front page of People magazine? Are there any ugly (normal, handicapped, not-so-cute, and/or with disabilities) people there at all?
The most inspiring thing I've ever read was a snippet of fiction, and I can't even remember it wholly.
"And the older ones began to tell the children about the Afterglow, a brief moment after the birth of the universe when matter was still gathered so close that it pressed with it's own weight, and burned with the heat of nuclear fire." Imagine a time so far from now that the stars are legends. Imagine a single being living so long that it could tell children of a time so close to the birth of the universe that the shock of it still reverberated in the sky as microwaves. That's immortality. That's what we are meant to be. Poetry that outlives the stars.