I am autistic. But I am not a dream machine. I do not understand how all of these lists of threats – code for what might happen – can be juxtaposed against what actually did happen. Thusly, what will happen. Simple particle physics. Life happens. We know we can move ahead in time but time going backwards in terms of what we know today, it’s mission impossible. Eternity and entropy are not the same thing. He sees hope. He backtracks. He sees the possibility of hope. Nick, I don’t get it. Fact: At the rate of deforestation we are currently bulldozing trees down, in 300 years there will not be one single tree on the planet. It doesn’t compute. You and I can write books and jump up and down. But where has it got us. Been there. Done that. Been there. Done that. The people who are telling you there is still time to procrastinate (and we should chill) are lying. What we assume is that there is an audience. No one is listening is code for we are not going to pay for it. Knowing that we will. The World Bank is not in Paris. Nick is not the only one to see hope. To hope for hope. What hope. Perhaps the hope we build ourselves. Religion has already failed us times ten. We muddle through. Where is the audience to validate this floating angel, hope, you guys at NYT are not making a strong case for it because where are the experts. You will then trot out religion. Full stop. How did that work out for you. Where is this numbing thing you call hope. I call it Another Dream Machine.