I don’t think it hurts. But I’ll say it again. You’re nowhere near reality. You’re swimming in illusion. Awash in delusion. As the Temps sang, a ball of confusion. But there’s good news. Somewhere. Herein please find my adumbration of and on life. You’ll feel better. Trust me.
This blows my mind. “When the climbers in 1953 planted their flags on the highest mountain, they set them in snow over the skeletons of creatures that had lived in the warm clear ocean that India, moving north, blanked out. Possibly as much as twenty thousand feet below the seafloor, the skeletal remains had turned into rock. This one fact is a treatise in itself on the movements of the surface of the earth. If by some fiat I had to restrict all this writing to one sentence, this is the one I would choose: The summit of Mt. Everest is marine limestone.” ― John McPhee, Annals of the Former World
Did someone say video? Well, too bad. A lot of time and effort goes into this here movin’ picture thing, so humor me. Just play along and watch it. Folks count the hits. Videometrics. This is what we’ve become. Hits.