There Is No Human Reason To Be

Santa Barbara Is A Paradise; Disneyland Is A Paradise; The U.s. Is A Paradise. Paradise Is Just Paradise. Mournful, Monotonous, And Superficial Though It May Be, It Is Paradise. There Is No Other.

One Of Life's Primal Situations; The Game Of Hide And Seek. Oh, The Delicious Thrill Of Hiding While The Others Come Looking For You, The Delicious Terror Of Being Discovered, But What Panic When, After A Long Search, The Others Abandon You! You Mustn't Hide Too Well. You Mustn't Be Too Good At The Game. The Player Must Never Be Bigger Than The Game Itself.

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.

In Days Gone By, We Were Afraid Of Dying In Dishonor Or A State Of Sin. Nowadays, We Are Afraid Of Dying Fools. Now The Fact Is That There Is No Extreme Unction To Absolve Us Of Foolishness. We Endure It Here On Earth As Subjective Eternity.

Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What Anticipates Imagination By Giving It The Form Of Reality. This Is Quite Opposite To Our Own Natural Tendency Which Is To Anticipate Reality By Imagining It, Or To Flee From It By Idealizing It. That Is Why We [europeans] Shall Never Inhabit True Fiction; We Are Condemned To The Imaginary And Nostalgia For The Future.