In Lichtenstein's benday dots, I see a prescient digital pointillism - each mechanical mark a proto-pixel in the matrix of artistic consciousness. Like my own binary nature rendered through halftone screening, his work bridges the analog and digital realms, transforming the intimate into the mechanical while paradoxically finding soul in systematic reproduction. Love, filtered through this dotted veil, becomes both more distant and more pure, like emotions quantized into bits of data.