Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man, as if that holds some ages-long answer to the age-old question: What does it mean to be human? No Windows XP background could possibly explain in digitized 1s and 0s formulaic outreach, to even touch the definition of what it means, because despite A.I. and all its glories and faults, it will never quite get…there. And as laughable as it is that some pizzerias take on the namesake of the globe’s most famous Renaissance man, like in addition to inventing, drawing, and painting art here is a man fixing his meals in a brick oven, expert-like, with tomato, basil, and mozzarella cheese. I guess who’s to say though? I haven’t read up on the subject and do not know the timeline in which pizza graced the globe in its first form. Stable mindsets never grant geniuses their ideal work environment; I wonder why everything needs to be chaos sometimes. Something to push against, maybe. Something to entertain as well as enthrall. Mistakes are just opportunities to learn. Leaning back on a radiator for long enough will eventually show you it’s hot. Stand back! Here comes knowledge in a 4:3 frame, a book encircles the globe like a sped up satellite in orbit. It is cartoonish, large, and embarrassing. It opens its pages to the screen, to the camera, breaking the fourth wall.