Where Ya Been All My Life?

Chapter Nineteen

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“The thing is… if spacetime’s a delusion, some mathematical construct, then there’s no separate nematodes, aardvarks, or killer whales. We’re just one big thang. One big thing with more dimensions than we generally sense. Except if we think of this manifold as a thing, we’re just word trapping ourselves. Delusions we can't thang ourselves out of.”

“And, Abe! We aren’t even selves.”

“Goddamn it. Why didn’t I say that?”

“Because you’re not an eye?”

“Eye cunt hear you cuz I’m not an ear.”

“You cunt. I’m not a queer.”

“I killed a cat and Schrödinger can’t know it.”

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“The thing is… if spacetime’s a delusion, some mathematical construct, then there’s no separate nematodes, aardvarks, or killer whales. We’re just one big thang. One big thing with more dimensions than we generally sense. Except if we think of this manifold as a thing, we’re just word trapping ourselves. Delusions we can't thang ourselves out of.”

“And, Abe! We aren’t even selves.”

“Goddamn it. Why didn’t I say that?”

“Because you’re not an eye?”

“Eye cunt hear you cuz I’m not an ear.”

“You cunt. I’m not a queer.”

“I killed a cat and Schrödinger can’t know it.”