Of course, this tiny building block, which at first glance seems completely meaningless, self-serving, and infantile, may make sense in 50, 100, or 1000 years, placed in context, and then we will be amazed at the genius of the creator who made us some grandiose and overwhelming masterpieces out of tiny mosaic cubes. It may be so. I will not rule out this possibility. Until then, however, I will keep my reverence for myself, for I do not like to be enthusiastic without an actual reason to be enthusiastic. And when someone builds the significant part of his career essentially on the fact that your deifying fans will project some meaning into a plethora of foggy references and inadequate handrails, I think that's the right attitude.
On the other hand, I don't deny that I'd be happy to see the many little puzzle pieces finally come together into a huge, held-up middle finger that scoffs the many salivating hypocrites who glorify these audiovisual jokes, but unfortunately my life span is probably too short to wait for an artificial intelligence to waste its precious time solving such nonsense.
