GlenTheMachine, I responded to you because what you said struck a chord in me. Were I a truth-sayer, dawn's light would once more meet your eyes. Yet, I am spl

GlenTheMachine, I responded to you because what you said struck a chord in me. Were I a truth-sayer, dawn's light would once more meet your eyes. Yet, I am split; in my older, enervated state, I simply want my tools to get the fuck out of my way. But that is mediated by my understanding of "the way", which was informed by the myriad practitioners eager to spill the secrets of how things really work (i.e. de rerum natura), and to them I give my eternal thanks. As a photographer, perhaps you can empathize with the likes of Edgard Varèse or Charles Ives. Ives decided to earn his filthy lucre in insurance so that he could write a symphony (the rehearsal of which was hired out to the BSO) in which the 4th trumpet had but one note to play. The artistic and idealistic in a single 4th trumpet tone. If, on the other hand, you are saying you are owed some factory for your blind impress to stamp out mercantile -- here we part company. Have at you whatever promised fiefdom the FAANG (or is it MANGA) might, of its own beneficence carve out for you. Have at you: be you artist or manufacturer?