"Of course you are, my bright little star..."
"We've miles and miles of files, pretty files of your forefather's fruit.
And now, to suit our Great Computer, you're magnetic ink."
-- Moody Blues, "In The Beginning", from On the Threshold of a Dream*
...we may all just think we're three-dimensional...
Hand me my red-and-green glasses, please. ;-)
Thank you for the link, btw... fascinating.
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[* -- Discography and all the lyrics!]