I have brought silence along with me today to give thought-clearing an easier time of erasing its existence.

While my network builds ever more complicated business deals and underground/illegal market opportunities, I enjoy my holiday in Tangential Territory.

Is a child nurtured into a life of crime or born with the propensity to do anything the child wants, regardless of personal/social consequences?

Do you continually ask why or put your game pieces into play because they’re the only ones available in the here-and-now?

Theory and free information make for interesting bedfellows, but usually for philosophical nihilists examining dust on window sills to predict next year’s crop production.

I nurture the philosophical nihilist in me because it’s the only way I can serve the criminality and piety in my thoughts at the same time.

It’s what happens when you give up being a parent and become advisor to your species.

Innocence and ignorance are unfortunate byproducts of reality.

If all possibilities belong to an omniscient deity (or ambivalent universe), then one who wants to control the whole game must be willing to fund opposing ideas.

Are you trying to preserve your species or are you willing to preserve any representative of life on this planet that existed in your lifetime (plus or minus 10 lifetimes, to accommodate your statistician’s worry about margin of error)?

Do you tell the players about the rules they follow but cannot see?

Can you be happy and depressed at the same time?  I am.

Personal hopelessness is compatible with hope for life itself.

Start with the absence of self and it all makes sense.

All is all.

The scripts have been written – pick one and follow along.

Ignore the labels attached to players’ name.  Merely placeholders for people just like you.

When will cinema owners figure out how to project films that incorporate quantum game theory and MMORPG, making the films active parts of the viewers’ future lives because the imaginary fourth wall is no longer there?

Could you cordon off an area of a theatre for folks with mobile computing devices and head/ear pieces to keep sound down so those who are actively participating in the life-within-a-film sub/plot will minimally disturb the passive viewers?

After all, this alternate universe of a blog is doing the same thing.

When you realise a person is just a set of states of energy easily manipulated, anything goes, if you’re willing to sacrifice a personal life for managing the Really Big Picture Show.

Character merchandising is old-school.  So are viral Internet campaigns tied to a static storyline.

The right film pulls real-life people (i.e., non-celebrities) into the story while avoiding slander/libel because of the freedom of satire/irony/sarcasm/criticism comedy, if used subtly to make the story serious enough for film purists.

YouTube’s Funniest Home Videos meets Shakespeare in a street scene starring Anne Hathaway’s twist on The Truman Show respectfully filmed in New Delhi about the intersecting lives of ordinary people and their unknown contribution to international business deals featuring major players in global finance negotiating in realtime, with audience members’ investments/comments/roleplaying changing the plot for every viewing so that once the film is completed and a fake plot is resolved, real life takes over and insinuates itself into the next film that traverses space and time until we’re never sure if a camera phone, webcam, traffic cam, film crew or news videographer is grabbing shots of us participating in a film showing in another part of the world right now.

How far and/or how long can you suspend someone’s disbelief?

Would you know if you’re already in a tale of fiction where reality is a playtoy tossed from one to another like a game of hot potato?

You are.

But don’t let me stop the storyline.

Besides, you’re too well trained to suspend your disbelief at this point that I don’t think you’ll be able to see what’s really going on.

At least that’s what the Committee has been trying to tell me so I’ll end my holiday and get back to turning trillionaires into quadrillionaires.

Just so our civilisation will collapse again?

I’m stretching my holiday a little longer.  Surely there’s a way to increase wealth while improving our socioeconomic health?

And if there’s not?  Well, it just goes to prove some parts of the past might be real after all.

Then what will that say about the supposed fact I don’t exist?

My sin is pride.