I’ve always been drawn to great spirits, the geniuses and mad people, thinkers and poets, heretics and rock stars, some living, many dead. I had an idea that perhaps mad genius is a form of substance, like an unseen blob of mercury, that floats around in space-time, touching down onto seemingly random people throughout history. What if all the touched ones continue to exist together in a separate plane, a place they colloquially refer to as Spinoza Hotel, a place where they rock and talk all night, sharing huge ideas and the pleasures of understanding one another? What if our so-called street crazies are simply denizens of Spinoza Hotel, passing through our material world on their way back home? Join our narrator on a tour through his world and hear first-hand about his magic realm. This is a theme I intend to keep exploring, since I have a nice inventory of footage and several more ideas. So there may be more Spinoza Hotel to come in the future. After all, hotels have many rooms and many residents!