Acknowledging paradigm requires us to face ambiguity. The fearful cannot. ‘New’ requires a gentle invitation. We left the Inquisition upon our questions not our answers. To encourage producing a new studio, yes, the manufacture of fantastic, new ideas for these strife-encrusted men just off a donkey, and their children learning dust, their women keeping must, once many years ago with whiskey and lunch in Tiburon, I begged for a new media company in the Persian Gulf, a Big Yellow Bird, a Sesame Street quacking, a strip of Vegas’ neon, Walt’s gentler Disney, something more than cardamom and thickened chickens, for and until we communicate we are not interested in War, but it seems we first must convince ourselves.