About 6 months ago I got an email from a friend raving about Nikola Tesla and how he may well have been the difference between humanity ‘making it’ and ‘not making it’. And that we’ve probably cocked everything up now. That night I had some shared sustenance with another friend who had just returned from the Tesla Museum in Serbia and was also extolling his virtues and pondering what might have been.
This was interesting because I had been busy myself trying to make his signature look like lightning coming out of his Wardenclyffe Tower. Then, as usual, I sort of forgot about it.