Chapter 1 

Once in a while an old movie would jet right next to me the actor or actress, long dead, saying a platitude or cliché while made up to look like minor gods. Strangely it was not the movies I had seen or was familiar with but those I didn’t know had existed. Movies about tugboats or femme fatales in China and so on. When the camera locked onto a picture of a city skyline I would lock on it with great concentration and imagine walking in and among the city even as it had been built over several times over the generations. What is life without knowledge of the tongue of buildings? And always a kind of futility as the picture flit, held, then vanished as quickly. “This made livings for people. The audience was sincere and believed most of what they saw. Didn’t they know how vain it all was?” Perhaps they did I didn’t think too hard on the question as the movie image disappeared before I was able to fully comprehend it. I knew now what they meant about the transmission of images radiating out into space. When I focused on it the Earth was streaming enormous amounts of information from the poles and equator region that, in itself, would have made a decent story.

David Eide
January 24, 2014