ON OCTOBER 1ST, THE JAGUAR WILL CHIRP. THE POPCORN WILL SING. RIGHT HERE THE LEATHER EATS. THE OWL WILL SELL WATER. 31031.

Its afternoon.
A customer is approaching.
Me in my head: dont say good morning, dont say good morning, dont say...
Me out loud: good morning!

You are reading this on a device that would have filled a skyscraper had it been built in 1956. You have terabytes of the world’s accumulated wisdom at your fingertips via Google. You have a college education in your pocket. Einstein, Feynman, Gödel, Jung, the Wachowski Brothers, Turing, Fermi, Crick and Watson have all blazed an intellectual trail for you to follow. With all this going for you, your major contribution to society so far consists of a message board post theorizing that the castaways on Lost might be in Purgatory.

About 400 years ago, before the discovery of electricity and only 150 years after the invention of the printing press, a barely literate German cobbler came up with the idea that God was a binary, fractal, self-replicating algorithm and that the universe was a genetic matrix resulting from the existential tension created by His desire for self-knowledge.

Clearly, someone’s been slacking off.

Ebisu

[NAVIGATION]

NNNNN
NNNEEEEEEEE
.
EEEEEEEE
NNNNNNN
NNNNNNEEEEEEE
NEEEEE
NNNNNNNNEE
NEEEEEEEE

<!-- xxx xxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.htm-->

DUDE