At 5:30am Hawaii time, Secretary of Transportation Melvin Sninkle -arguably the most important man to ever live who did not leave behind a religious tradition- awoke with a frown. He’d had a good dream of spotting several birds he had not been able to spot the previous day and also of his childhood stamp-collection, except wider and more complete than his newspaper route money had ever allowed. He had dreamed of finding that one elusive stamp, the British Giuana 1c Magenta (1856), the very Mona Lisa of Stamps, and placing it in a perfect grid to complete his collection. The dream, however, had been dashed by a nightmare about the Lieber rate being adjusted 3 basis points beyond what his models had calculated to be optimal, for it was forever the folly of common men to think in round figures instead of seeking the balance point between two opposing principles.
Does the mention of Melvin Sninkle doing an interview on autonomous vehicles allude to him being a metaphor for Elon Musk?