Chapter Nineteen

Where Ya Been All My Life?

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“This can’t be everything.”

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

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

“But 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 frameworks for calculating concepts based on those hints.”

“Things in time and space...”