Where Ya Been All My Life?

Chapter Nineteen

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“This can’t be everything.”

“It could be. All we know is what we know. Is that everything? One thing we know is we just can’t take it all in. We see so little. We know so little, Stan. But is there more?”

“Abe, we have hints.”

“That’s all we have. Hints. What do we know about this place? This food? Have some Texas Toast? This music? Our past? Our present? Our future? Only what our brains make out from hints from our senses. Only from humane homo-nitwit genocidal frameworks for calculating concepts based on those hints.”

“Things in time and space...”

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“This can’t be everything.”

“It could be. All we know is what we know. Is that everything? One thing we know is we just can’t take it all in. We see so little. We know so little, Stan. But is there more?"

“Abe, we have hints.”

“That’s all we have. Hints. What do we know about this place? This food? Have some Texas Toast? This music? Our past? Our present? Our future? Only what our brains make out from hints from our senses. Only from humane homo-nitwit genocidal frameworks for calculating concepts based on those hints.”

“Things in time and space...”