Ubiquity is the condition of being ubiquitous, i.e. omnipresent. Always there.
Mary used to carry her knitting projects (and everything else she needed if she was out) in canvas tote bags. After a while, I called them her “ubiquitous bags” because she always had one and sometimes several of them with her wherever she’d go. I’m not sure whether that would make them “ubiquitous,” but it was close enough for me.
We’ve had one or two cats who were always where we wanted to go. We said that one was ubiquitous. Again, not sure if that was the appropriate word, but hey, close enough for folk music.
Dan Hicks and His Hot Licks did a song about “Moody Richard,” who always seemed to be around… From 1972’s Striking It Rich…
The Internet is a sort of ubiquitous presence, following you wherever you go, always there to bring you news, entertainment, selfies, cat pictures, and, of course, the ubiquitous trolls. Before the Internet, they rode on buses, mumbling to themselves and making everyone nervous. The Internet has made it possible for them to do all their trolling from the comfort of home. They don’t even have to put pants on…
Seriously, we’re bombarded with pictures of people we don’t even know, pictures of places we have no intention of visiting, food we think is disgusting and would never eat. This goes on 24 hours a day, 365.2425 days a year. There’s a meme going around that shows a beautiful, rustic house in the middle of the woods, the caption reading “‘like’ if you’d give up the Internet and all mass media if you’d live here for a year.” Or something like that. Would you? I would. As long as I could take books with me, I’d love it. Or if there was a library in the house.
You know, I bet they don’t have Internet in heaven. You just know they have it in hell.