The Surprises Of Thought Are Like Those

Art Does Not Die Because There Is No More Art. It Dies Because There Is Too Much.

The Era Of The Political Was One Of Anomie: Crisis, Violence, Madness And Revolution. The Era Of The Trans-political Is That Of Anomaly: An Aberration Of No Consequence, Contemporaneous With The Event Of No Consequence.

We Are No Longer In A State Of Growth; We Are In A State Of Excess. We Are Living In A Society Of Excrescence. The Boil Is Growing Out Of Control, Recklessly At Cross Purposes With Itself, Its Impacts Multiplying As The Causes Disintegrate.

A Series Of Accidents Creates A Positively Light-hearted State, Out Of Consideration For This Strange Power.

If You Assume Any Rate Of Improvement At All Then The Games Will Become Indistinguishable From Reality. It Would Seem To Follow That The Odds That We Are In Base Reality Would Be One In Billions.