It Is Always The Same: Once You

A Series Of Accidents Creates A Positively Light-hearted State, Out Of Consideration For This Strange Power.

But What If God Himself Can Be Simulated, That Is To Say Can Be Reduced To Signs That Constitute Faith? Then The Whole System Becomes Weightless, It Is No Longer Anything But A Gigantic Simulacrum - Not Unreal, But Simulacrum, That Is To Say Never Exchanged For The Real, But Exchanged For Itself, In An Uninterrupted Circuit Without Reference Or Circumference.

Boredom Is Like A Pitiless Zooming In On The Epidermis Of Time. Every Instant Is Dilated And Magnified Like The Pores Of The Face.

Like Dreams, Statistics Are A Form Of Wish Fulfillment.

[i]nside Every Computer, There Is A Hidden Man Being Bored.