_{Sinister psychopaths sidle sinuously up a side street. Sinister, sinister, sinister. Sidle, sidle, sidle. Side street, side street, side street. It’s a kind of ‘forever moment’ – it’s the kind of moment that never ends. It just hangs there, incredibly. I think we all know this kind of moment but we make sure never to mention it. We make sure never to think about it because if we do then that will spoil everything. It would make life as we know it completely impossible. Life as we know it, life as we know it. ‘Life in the Forever Moment’, right? Life with no outcomes… What would that be like?}

_{As soon as I even think of the concept of ‘success’ I feel better. I feel immediately invigorated and enthused. Just to know that the concept exists (and is valid) fills me with jubilation – that’s how powerful the concept of ‘success’ is. Tremendously powerful. I would go so far as to say that the concept of success is the greatest of all human inventions. What would we have done without it? The false moment, the sinister moment – the smartass moment that leads sneakily onto a myriad other, identical moments. It’s like Hansel and Gretel following the trail of breadcrumbs. ‘Where will it all end?’ you ask, ‘and did it ever begin?’ All these questions and more, all these questions and more.}

_{These are terrible times we live in, you know. Although I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that. Absolutely you don’t. The very fabric of reality itself has been irreversibly degraded and that’s no joke. Or maybe it is a joke! Maybe it’s actually the ultimate joke, the joke that no one ever gets. Except for the very few, of course, who are in danger of laughing their heads off. It’s a joke that is simply too big to get…}

_{‘When everything’s a joke then how do you stay anchored in reality?’ we ask. That’s the big question – that’s the question that’s always on my mind. Always on my mind, always on my mind. Apart from when it isn’t on my mind that is. Apart from when I forget about it.}

_{And let us think for a moment about all those people who have succeeded so very well in being serious, and cannot see anything to laugh at in anything – they are of course the richest part of the joke. They are the icing on the cake. ‘I don’t see what’s so funny about that’, they say. And they don’t, of course. they simply don’t. They have succeeded in being funny without knowing it. Sinister psychopaths one and all. Sidling sinuously up the side street. A long line of them, stretching on forever. Going nowhere in a hurry.}

_{I worship success – you could say that about me. You could quite legitimately say that about me and I – for one – wouldn’t deny it. Without success I would be nothing, with success I am (potentially at least) everything. There are no limits as far as success is concerned, none at all. No limits whatsoever. When we are denied success then the whole world is nothing else but limits, limits that we can never ever go beyond. That’s ‘Loser City’ right there, you see, and you don’t want to have that as your address! Every time you got a bill in the post that would straightaway remind you exactly what you are – a bit of a slap in the face, really.}

_{Success is what makes the sunbeams come out of the sun and travel through space. It’s what makes the stars shine. They couldn’t shine at all otherwise – they would all go out in a blink of the eye. Success is what makes a dog’s tail wag – if the dog in question were not successful in wagging its tail (and was not therefore not a failure at the job) then there would be no wagging. It’s obvious when you see it, isn’t it? If you manage to see it successfully, that is…}