How to Hide in Plain Sight

Code creeps into everything when the realization takes hold that everything contains sets of instructions.  Three dimensions hold the present and tangible.  Pasted onto the fourth, other code stretches as far as time can find passage.  

My mind lives in a Potemkin Village.  Yours flies in an airplane built by a cargo cult.  My level of sophistication lies in the briny deep, where pallet-planes will eventually find themselves.

Laugh as much as you can.  Mock the fates while you've the chance; they're going to get the best of all of us.  Slap 'em around while you have the strength.

Intuit what you want to believe.  Make that voice in your head say what you want it to say.  Celebrate alone, inside.