Fiction Is Not Imagination. It Is What

America Is The Original Version Of Modernity. We Are The Dubbed Or Subtitled Version. America Ducks The Question Of Origins; It Cultivates No Origin Or Mythical Authenticity; It Has No Past And No Founding Truth. Having Known No Primitive Accumulation Of Time, It Lives In A Perpetual Present.

The Sickly Cultural Pathos Which The Whole Of France Indulges In, That Fetishism Of The Cultural Heritage.

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.

Nothing Is Wholly Obvious Without Becoming Enigmatic. Reality Itself Is Too Obvious To Be True .

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.