It's Pretty Clear That Fame Isn't Inextricably

You Know, Anything More Negative, Anything More Disparaging, Anything More Adversarial Than What [donald Trump] Does Already. The Mystery Is How He's Gotten As Far As He's Gotten.

Everything Is A Reenactment. We Are Reenacting The World In The Mind. The World Is Not Inside There. It Does Not Reside In The Gray Matter Of The Brain.

If Someone Tells You That George Bush Is Not The 43rd President Of The United States, They Might Be Engaged In Wishful Thinking, Or Denial, But If They Make That Claim, It's Either True Or False! And You Can Assess That, Regardless Of Whether There's An Omniscient Narrator, Or An Unreliable Narrator, Or It's Shot In Vérité, Or It's Manipulated, It's Agitprop, Whatever! It Makes No Difference! It's A Style!

People Think In Narratives - In Beginnings, Middles And Ends. The Danger When You Edit Something Too Severely Is That It No Longer Makes Sense; Worse Still, It Leaves People With The Disquieting Impression That Something Is Being Hidden.

I Believe That We Face Incredible Obstacles In Our Attempts To See The World. Everything In Our Nature Tries To Deny The World Around Us; To Refabricate It In Our Own Image; To Reinvent It For Our Own Benefit. And So, It Becomes Something Of A Challenge, A Task, To Recover (or At Least Attempt To Recover) The Real World Despite All The Impediments To That End.