“Only For Rich Book” represents contenporary reality in a way that prizewinning literary fiction and poetry, longform nonfiction, and cultural criticism cannot even approach. As an artifact of the collision between globalist neoliberalism and twenty-first century digital economies, “Only For Rich Book” exists only in the imaginations of those who stumble upon it, acting as a mirror reflecting whatever blinkered solipsistic spectacle in which the “shopper user” has become inextricably stuck. Note, especially, the tortured syntax of the title, which forces us to confront the potential emergent consciousness of the network anew. We may have written the algorithms—but they are now writing us. I predict that in a thousand years, “Only For Rich Book” will have become a seminal religious and philosophical treatise whose exegeses alone run into the thousands of (metaphorical) pages.