Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of

Illusion Is No Longer Possible, Because The Real Is No Longer Possible.

With The Truth, You Need To Get Rid Of It As Soon As Possible And Pass It On To Someone Else. As With Illness, This Is The Only Way To Be Cured Of It. The Person Who Keeps Truth In His Hands Has Lost.

It Is Always The Same: Once You Are Liberated, You Are Forced To Ask Who You Are.

It Is In Love With Its Limitless Horizontality, As New York May Be With Its Verticality.

As For Freedom, It Will Soon Cease To Exist In Any Shape Or Form. Living Will Depend Upon Absolute Obedience To A Strict Set Of Arrangements, Which It Will No Longer Be Possible To Transgress. The Air Traveler Is Not Free. In The Future, Life's Passengers Will Be Even Less So: They Will Travel Through Their Lives Fastened To Their (corporate) Seats.