You know what I mean, Gene.
Looking at you is like looking at my Dad 50 years ago. He was a brainiac too. Somebody needs to pay you to think.
That world of *physioelectronomicalisity* - it was there, in the garage, filling each nanospace with brilliance. That stratosphere up there where we mortals only imagine...and where the big problems get solved.
Whether you realize it or not, you're there.
People will pay you to think.