Just Kick Back, and Let the Wheel Turn

He saw through everything, and so it was he saw nothing – the nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.

A wise man who suffered from paranoia once wrote that the invention of absolutely safe cars
would allow people who ride in them “to feel immortal for a while.” Perhaps he was being
facetious, but perhaps not, for he went on to say that his pencils were “safer vehicles,” and thus when he wrote he felt absolutely safe, as long as he was writing for himself, not something demanded of him. Safe places – where death cannot threaten you.

For a time. Our time. Self-driving cars. AI to right your fate. We got it, man. Here. Now. Why
read? When books do it for you.


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