What strange dream are you pursuing, Robert? What nightly goings-on cause you to labor in the basement after even the cat has gone to bed? Some contraption to print money? A portable stage for extravaganzas? An electro-magnetic stimulator to revive the youthful glow? Are you reading Nichirin Buddhism and Napoleon Hill, trying to figure out how to fill all those holes you've dug? The basement is a mess with all your abortions and ill-conceived notions. Come up out of there! Come upstairs and, uh... watch tv! Rachel Maddow is on. She's a delight when she trolls the president. Please, Robert! Come up! ...Oh, for god sakes give it up. The rest of us can't sleep when you dream.