Digital Age Monk Prints

Monk on PC.

"Looking at you, the moon and beyond, don't you think we could start a blog?"

"Did you remember to back up the last 4.5 billion years?"

"I change my mantra every two months so no one can hack my soul."

'Can I download that as a PDF?'

'Don't worry about the thumb sucking...she'll be texting with it soon enough.'

"It's ok -- It's the Enlightenment Channel."

"I'm going on a retreat."

"And the meaning of life is.... oh rats, the battery died."

"If we could all turn to page 387, turn off your iPods and repeat after me?"

"I wasn't copying off others. I was just crowdsourcing the answers."

Statue of liberty selfie

'It's a book, Sweetie - it doesn't have any ram!'

'We have to move - they're putting in a cell phone tower up here.'

"If you prayed to Google instead of God, you might get a constructive response."

"The answers to the questions you seek could also be found on Google."

'No, Father, they're not praying. They're texting.'

Monks sitting at a row of computers typing up old-fashioned looking manuscripts.

After the summer holidays

''The Thinker' is an outdated concept.'

'Another big newspaper just went out of business.', 'How did you hear about that?', 'I read it on the internet.'

'I wish Brother Gregory would spend less time surfing the 'net.''

"Buy my data $20"

"Embarrassing things that happen to you in the bedroom stay in the bedroom. . . and on facebook."

"What, again? You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Sorry - I've got to take this..."

"When I was a kid there was no internet. If you wanted to bully someone, you had to do it to their face."

His Master's Data.

'I invited God to be one of my friends on Facebook and he's turned me down!'

"According to google, yahoo and bing, the meaning of life is 'more data space'."

Evolution in the Era of the Selfie

What's 'Bitcoin'?

"That was good, but we could have watched it on my phone."

The most popular Sunday at St Clive's was always the annual 'Blessing of the Smartphones' service.

'I'd still be in a luxurious office instead of a smelly cave if I really knew the secret of keeping customers.'