Philip K Dick was born on the 16th of December in 1928. So, he would have been eighty-seven today. He was brilliant and mad as a hatter. I suspect his ability to see things sidewise was connected to these two things. Among his most salient observations, one that I keep in mind a lot, is “Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.” Although I have to admit his advice “Don’t try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night” is pretty cool, too…
I’m sorry he decided not to stay around to see how things turned out. At least so far as his appreciation as a literary figure and inspiration for a whole lot of movies goes, he, I hope would be pleased.