There Is No More Great Men; There

The Subliminal Depths Of Radio Are Charged With The Resonating Echoes Of Tribal Horns And Antique Drums. This Is Inherent In The Very Nature Of This Medium, With Its Power To Turn The Psyche And Society Into A Single Echo Chamber.

The Rythms Of Typing Favour Short, Concise Sentences, Sentences With Oral Form.

The Mother Tongue Is Propaganda.

Anyone Who Tries To Make A Distinction Between Education And Entertainment Doesn't Know The First Thing About Either.

The User Of The Electric Light - Or A Hammer, Or A Language, Or A Book - Is The Content. As Such, There Is A Total Metamorphosis Of The User By The Interface. It Is The Metamorphosis That I Consider The Message.