“Wow dude, it’s like a circle that's kind of triangular and in harmony with the universe. The converse of the reality is an existential existence on a plane beyond the real reality that wraps into an artificial horizon that overlooks another realm of time and space where numbers like have no meaning and we all get along because that astral plane is more harmonious....
“Hold on dude...”
“Yes sir, extra large Mocha, gotcha man...”
The converse of the reality is an existential existence on a plane beyond the real reality that wraps into an artificial horizon that overlooks another realm of time and space where numbers like have no meaning and we all get along because that astral plane is more harmonious....Hey Dude, Converse is a pair of shoes, ya know? Let's get with the real reality, man.
I'll get it in a minute, Okay? Right now I'm talkin' to some dude about artificial horizons. Sheesh, demanding little Repub scum.
Uh, where was I, Dude? Oh, yeah, existential is cool, man, but how do I get on that plane that goes beyond the real reality, man? I mean, like where do I get my tickets, man? Oh, you got some in your pouch? Way cool, man!