“Spying; it’s in again. Actually it’s never really been out. ‘Cause it’s good to know what your frenemies are planning. And it’s so easy to spy

on Americans. Their society is heterogeneously porous. As are their borders. It’s easy to — upon Americans … spy.”

“Historically, it’s been good to know what your frenemies are planning on. To do whatever it is that needs to be done, as appropriate.

Appropriateness depends on circumstances. And the eyes of beholders. I reserve the right — to dictate, as — appropriate.”

“In the name of President Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, I reserve the right to dictate, as appropriate. It’s good to know what frenemies plan

on. To do whatever it is that needs to be done. But in fickle circumstance Art finds plot twists, to plan.”

“In fickle circumstance and in the news — both real — and fake and in all too human, inadequacy, Arthur finds the plot twists of reality,

running in parallel to the plot twists in MAYDAYS. I reserve however the right to dictate, my version … of reality.”

“My version of reality like everybody’s oft changes as we each trace the pilgrim’s progress. Art’s from the future. We’ve seen Art’s

videos. When on Luna we agree with him. But we remember not anything on Urantia of what happened … on Luna … with Art.”

“This is the gist of the problem: When wining and dining and laughing on Luna we agree with him. And MAYDAYS’ changes, we duly

promise. But on Urantia
the next day we remember not anything of what happened the previous evening on Luna with Art surreally.”

“None but Arthur remember anything of what been dreamt now for 1,607 evenings, consecutive. This then the gist of a vexing, problem.

We all agree with Art and with MAYDAYS’ promise on Luna. Not so tho when soirées end and we return to our planetary, problems.”