so far i'v rememebered the body behind the stimuls on the screen, but what ahppens when i don't, when i don't reember the body behind the stimulus on the screen, that my life is so virtual that the consequences of inaction or inaction are philosophical questions that give us indigestion for a moment and then replaced with the next round of puzzles...  what happens when the generals of industry become you and me. When responsibilities to various illusions are traded with and for while some the few, take on more and more esoteric responsibilities, presits of teh high ceremony, a dance with matter s head in the simple noose of temporality...