I said, “Are you in a K-hole?”
He said, “I play metal.”
I said, “Are you OK?”
He said, “I’m in an I.E. hole.”
I said, “E? Did you have too much E? Do you need help?”
Then he said, “Bootstrap hypotheses. Deny existence of fundamental ingredients of matter. No fundamental entities whatsoever.”
I said, “So you don’t need a cab?”
And he said, “Symmetry is possible,” returning his steadfast gaze to his constellation vomit.
I stared with him in silence for a bit, and he continued to vocally affirm what he saw. He had eaten peas and carrots. It was clear he was going to stare for some time, so I slipped away. Answers, they come in all shapes, at all times. We just have to be open to them.
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