This nothingness should have been visible to anyone in the hotel. With this Stephen Paddock, there was so much every-man in him that he was no one at all. It is said that Spinoza's metaphysics had so much God in it that it ended up being Godless. He is not just banal (in the Hannah Ardent sense), he is way too banal. The monster is so uninteresting that he actually sticks out. The monster returns to the hotel with more suitcases. The monster leaves the hotel in a minivan.
The video is as hypnotic as the spin of a slot machine.
He is going to plot a history-making mass shooting in his room. In footage pieced together by the New York Times, Paddock is seen playing poker machines, eating sushi, watching television and amassing the arsenal for his attack which would kill 58 people and. They're going to have fun at the hotel's pool. 'The surveillance footage is remarkable in its banality,' says the video's narrator at its opening, which shows the monster calmly entering an elevator after two people carrying transparent inner tube floats exit it.
