
See: There I am, back
by that tree.
What if you are in here too?
:::> Now that we know we are not alone, it is time to rescind the popular notion that we are all in a sim. It isn't a sim at all. It's a sum. An infinite sum. Or if you like an infinite series. At least, LOST seems infinite.
Life is much much simpler as a sim than as an infinite series, but that's only because I haven't learned enough math yet. I like the way that some call it maths. Like instead of Wal-mart, Wal-mart's. Okay, so it's completely different from that.
And then it hit me during one episode that in California language, success is equated with money, viewership, youth, fashion, and the appearance of all these. No one mentions the ugly truth. No one looks back at the lower rung of the ladder.
Only the sage, who is busy going down the ladder as fast as possible, in order to get back on the ground.
Magritte painted such a ladder as this. Only the painting has been stolen,
so his friend Georgia O'Keefe painted him another:
I ran over this same ladder in my Toyota Truck on I-10 in Houston. My son and I were on our way to a baseball game. Brad Lidge was the closing pitcher for the Astros. I hit the ladder and it bounced from under my wheels and caused a wreck in the traffic behind me. This is the second time I was involved with a wreck behind me and came out unscratched.
That Hurley, he has some wild dreams, dude.