In You More Than Yourself — In These Times:
And the same goes for my partners who I communicate with in cyberspace: I can never be sure who they are. Are they Ã¢â‚¬Å“reallyÃ¢â‚¬Â the way they describe themselves? Is there a Ã¢â‚¬Å“realÃ¢â‚¬Â person at all behind a screen-persona or is the screen-persona a mask for several different people? Does the same Ã¢â‚¬Å“realÃ¢â‚¬Â person possess and manipulate more screen-personas? Or perhaps I am simply dealing with a digitalized entity that does not stand for any Ã¢â‚¬Å“realÃ¢â‚¬Â person? In short, interface means precisely that my relationship to the Other is never face-to-face, that it is always mediated by the interposed digital machinery whose structure is that of a labyrinth. I Ã¢â‚¬Å“browse,Ã¢â‚¬Â I err around in this infinite space where messages circulate freely without fixed destination, while the Whole of itÃ¢â‚¬â€this immense circuitry of Ã¢â‚¬Å“murmursÃ¢â‚¬ÂÃ¢â‚¬â€remains forever beyond the scope of my comprehension. The obverse of cyberspaceÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s direct democracy is this chaotic and impenetrable magnitude of messages and their circuits that even the greatest effort of my imagination cannot comprehend. Immanuel Kant would have called it a cyberspace Sublime.
zizek on cyberspace