Everything worth doing is too expensive.

Hidden messages within the noise...

1) The LSB of the first line of pixels contains a code of random binary data.
2) This code can be used to calculate a cross-correlation value with the LSBs of the next lines of pixels.
3) The deviation of the xcorr value from the mean determines whether the line contained 1 or 0 (information is noisy with only approx. 15% of the bits transmitted).

This technique shares some similarities with the way the GPS transmits information with poor SNR.

pic = imread('/home/plahteen/code.png');

[a b c] = size(pic);

% extract the correlation code
code = double(mod(pic(1,1:b,1), 2)) - 0.5;

% calculate xcorr with LSB and code
for x=1:a-1
    co = double(mod(pic(1+x,1:b,1),2)) - 0.5;
    X(x) = dot(co, code);
end

% convert signal into binary

X = X>mean(double(X));

% decode

sprintf(char(bin2dec(vec2mat(sprintf('%d', double(X)), 7))))

ans =

My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons.

It sucks in all my hopes and aspirations and all I'm left with is Hawking radiation of broken dreams.

Existence alone is not good enough, one should be able to do something worthwhile with it.

I didn't bring a whole lot back from Iceland, but at least some black sand.

"You're weird"
"Sorry..."
"No, that was a compliment"

"Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, It might have been."

Can you think of any random thoughts? Can you write a non-deterministic algorithm? Can you even imagine what it would mean? An effect without a cause? Clearly a very strange idea. Perhaps something beyond our imagination.

Deterministic systems are boring, one thing leads to another, you model your observations and you know everything there is to know about it. Non-deterministic on the other hand - a mystery, something weird. A painful reminder of the one thing we don't seem to grasp at all. Randomness with infinite period, something from out there.

Try Not Giving a Fuck!

I may dine with the devil, but the devil will never dine with me.

"I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else. I will never feel the pressure of peers or the burden of parental expectation. I can view everyone as pieces of a whole, and focus on the whole, not the pieces. I have learned to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present because that is where I am destined to live."

"If you don't get everything you want, think of the things you don't get that you don't want."

"First, flood market with potatoes. Every single shop, fast food store, etc. has your potatoes. They're so cheap that no one can compete and ends up moving to other crops since they can't make a profit. Now, once your potato hegemony is established, slowly roll back potato supply. Enough to cause some rise in prices but not enough for panic. All of a sudden, stop potato supply. No one can supply enough to match your previous supply and the Great International Potato Inflationary Crisis occurs. World leaders clamor for you to resume your supply, and you laugh maniacally from your potato funded spaceship. Hold the world to ransom as supplies of chips, fries and crisps dwindle and die. Once sufficient panic has been created, get plastic surgery done and come back to Earth as the Potato Messiah, slowly bringing back potatoes to the world. The world is so grateful that they vote you World Leader. If they don't, cut off potato supply again.

I might face invasion - potato funded private military for my sovereign space state of Potatica would be used to fend off attacks and burn down competing potato farms on Earth. I mean I'm not saying you'd want to destroy people's lives and incomes, but they really shouldn't be growing potatoes.
Anyway, with near infinite potatoes, you have infinite ammo. With enough research and development we'd have potato bullets, potato armor, potato piercing rounds and potato cannonballs. Global military effort wouldn't stand a goddamn chance against the might of Potatica."

There exists no proof of anything real, and by nature of words (and fundamentally our existence) there never can. That's because the word proof only applies to ideas and reality isn't one. Math has proofs, physics does not. Your idea of reality is just a probabilistic model based on imperfect interpretations of your experiences.

[From somewhere in the depths of reddit.]

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."

Enough absurdity...