Thinking about Google over the last week, I have fallen into the typically procrastinatory habit of every so often typing the words "what is" or "what" or "wha" into the Google search box at the top right of my computer screen. Those prompts are all the omnipotent engine needs to inform me of the current instant top 10 of the virtual world's most urgent desires. At the time of typing, this list reads, in descending order: What is the fiscal cliff What is my ip What is obamacare What is love What is gluten What is instagram What does yolo mean What is the illuminati What is a good credit score What is lupus It is a list that indicates anxieties, not least the ways in which we are restlessly fixated with our money, our bodies and our technology -- and paranoid and confused in just about equal measure. A Prince Charles-like desire for the definition of love, in my repetitive experience of the last few days, always seems to come in at No 4 on this list of priorities, though the preoccupations above it and below it tend to shift slightly with the news. The list also supports another truism: that we -- the billion components of the collective questioning mind -- have got used to asking Google pretty much anything and expecting it to point us to some kind of satisfactory answer. It's long since become the place most of us go for knowledge, possibly even, desperately, for wisdom. And it is already almost inconceivable to imagine how we might have gone about finding the answer to some of these questions only 15 years ago without it -- a visit to the library? To a doctor? To Citizens Advice? To a shrink?/[...]/ continua http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/2013/jan/19/google-search-knowledge-gra... qgl