Someday’s I wonder about the consistency of the world we live in. I think about all the lies we see. How we actually are seeing pixels that are converted to meaningful shapes. That only have meaning because we have been conditioned to them through a process that was much like some very surreal experience, and how occasionally the world around us breaks down and there is some mistake that allows us to see the deep problem that exists in this world of maya. A short story to exemplify and entertain in September one morning I woke up late and I drove to my job where I was doing some development. The shop I was working on had a few televisions above, and I saw planes crashing into the towers. I saw the building ripple and I knew things from that time on where not going to be the same. That and in many ways they have not been.