Where Ya Been All My Life?

Chapter Nineteen

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“McTavish is dead and his brother don’t know it.”

His brudder is dead and Mick Stanush don’t show it.”

“OHHHH!”

“But Stan, we have our senses! Maybe more than just the proverbial five. Maths and logic might be senses too. Like in mathematics you can work with tons of dimensions.”

“So, you’re saying senses might be coming out of us, out of our minds instead of just into our brains from what seems outside? Math and logic might be like that?”

“Maybe a moral sense too. Out from minds between our selves. Outside minion minds and beyond selfish selves, but also woven through the endless fabric of what we call life: Nature: Physics. Maybe.”

“McTavish is dead and his brother don’t know it.”

“His brudder is dead and Mick Stanush don’t show it.”

“OHHHH!”

“But Stan, we have our senses! Maybe more than just the proverbial five. Maths and logic might be senses too. Like in mathematics you can work with tons of dimensions.”

“So, you’re saying senses might be coming out of us, out of our minds instead of just into our brains from what seems outside? Math and logic might be like that?”

“Maybe a moral sense too. Out from minds between our selves. Outside minion minds and beyond selfish selves, but also woven through the endless fabric of what we call life: Nature: Physics. Maybe.”