Some People Fake Their Death, I'm Faking

Off-camera Lives Are Unverifiable.

Everyone Who Does Not Live In Berlin Lives In Brooklyn Now.

Only A Catastrophe Gets Our Attention. We Want Them, We Depend On Them. As Long As They Happen Somewhere Else.

The Less There Was To See, The Harder He Looked, The More He Saw. (point Omega)

We Feel Certain That The Extraterrestrial Message Is A Mathematical Code Of Some Kind. Probably A Number Code. Mathematics Is The One Language We Might Conceivably Have In Common With Other Forms Of Intelligent Life In The Universe. As I Understand It, There Is No Reality More Independent Of Our Perception And More True To Itself Than Mathematical Reality.