We have become monstrosities. The self/ego now dominates every aspect of our lives, so much so that it has become impossible to imagine other possibilities. McLuhan described our technologies as extensions of the nervous system, but they are more like channels for the ego to blossom and externalize. The virtual, which for Deleuze was the play of pure spirit, has become instead the collective arena of ego. Real spiritual truths are hard won. They come after decades of dedicated, selfless work. But the ego wants such goodies now and so manufactures a world where semblances of the truth are available for those who can afford a coach. There is absolutely nothing in our environment, whether external or internal, that could possibly be called natural anymore. Our lives are simulations and we are simulacra, ugly manikins, vicious automata of self-will.