The world ought to change, the swan thought.

A righteous human being does not exist except in 

the dictionary. Einstein was hard at work for

something that was paying him in paper money to 

find out what the Universe is made of and he 

forgot to look at the world he thought he lived in 

to see whether it has any substance first. That was 

not wise of him. From inside a trip that is itself 

contrived one can find little, or nothing, to be true. 

Another way 

to say it, everything is true in a contrived balloon 

where funny gas is breathed. Alice, remember 

her? The looking glass? Remember? Nothing 

makes any sense anymore when you agree to 

surrender clarity to join an outfit. Outfits, all of 

them, exist not at all. Dreamed up. The dreamer 

runs the show. Whoever pays the piper calls the 

tune. If someone gets fools to accept paper money, 

well, who can blame him for trying? Certainly not 

the fools he dupes.

You can't do that!

Why not?

It's against the law.

Where is this law?

In a library.

I cannot do this I want to do because it is written 

that I cannot in a book?

Of course, every educated person knows that.

There is a book here that tells me what I can and 

cannot do and every educated person knows what 

the book says?

Well, no, few know actually, the lawyers, maybe, 

some of them anyway, might know...some...but 

they look it up...after...you get charged with a 

crime and tell you what it is going to cost in paper 

money to get you set free on a pass. It's a sort of 

game, you see. Oh, my...the world ought to 

change.