If I Hazard A Guess As To

The Universe Was A Vast Machine Yesterday, It Is A Hologram Today. Who Knows What Intellectual Rattle We'll Be Shaking Tomorrow.

What Is To Be Done? We Who Are Still Half Alive, Living In The Often Fibrillating Heartland Of A Senescent Capitalism -- Can We Do More Than Reflect The Decay Around And Within Us? Can We Do More Than Sing Our Sad And Bitter Songs Of Disillusion And Defeat?

They Are Playing A Game. They Are Playing At Not Playing A Game. If I Show Them I See They Are, I Shall Break The Rules And They Will Punish Me. I Must Play Their Game, Of Not Seeing I See The Game.

Perhaps God Is Not Dead; Perhaps God Himself Is Mad.

No One Has The Answer: We Are Answer And Question.