For Me, The Lame Part Of The

The Pursuit Of Happiness Is Such A Large Of Concept.

Technology Didn't Just Go, Clunk. It Was This Early Disease, Starting With A Plow, I Guess, Or Something Like That, The First Tool That Made It So You Could Do More Things. The First Domesticated Animal, Or The First Wheel.

If You Can Create A Reality That Is Entirely Fictitious, It Doesn't Owe Anything To This Stuff Out Here, But You Interact With It On Your Own Terms. I Mean, If You Took It To The Point Where Finally You Get, Say, Tactile Feedback, So You Were Wired In In Terms Of The Whole Nervous System. The Sensorium. You Would Have The Ultimate Art Form. I Mean, Any Painter Would Want It, Any Filmmaker Would Want Access To It You Know, Any Musician Would Want Access To It. It Would Eliminate The Need For The Divisions Between What We Describe As The Arts, Converting The Whole Thing To Experience.

What Is Life But Being Conscious? And Good And Evil Are Manifestations Of Consciousness. If You Reject One, You're Not Getting The Whole Thing That's There To Be Had.

I Don't Think There's A Good Excuse For Being Unhappy. I'm Not Particularly Unhappy, But I Know What Pain Is. I Think That Life Is Characterized By Pain, Partly. Part Of The Way You Can Tell You're Alive Is By How Much Pain You're Experiencing, Or How Little.