Your dreams are sweet and obsessed and you’re overworked, you’re overtaken by visions of being overlooked. How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers) be to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed? Am I a prisoner to instincts? Or do my thoughts just live as free and detached as boats to the dock?