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  • I shuffled along steady, but rigid from the cool of night. The effort to strafe and dodge snail shells tired.

    "Let's walk the street."

    "As good an idea as any."

    The road welcomed our footsteps. We moved on with the kind of gait reserved for a man righting a wrong. There was a sensation of observation. The Moon, mute, gazed as fierce as the dead.

    "We need to get on some turkey."

    "Yeah. It's cold tonight. My bones could use some warming."

    "We killed that bottle last time. Remember the goddamn bushes?"

    One guffawed.

    "Half the time you left it on the concrete."

    "Shit, I always fancied myself a rum guy. Only a couple years ago I couldn't find the taste in scotch. The real breaker for me was Laphroaig's."

    "Ah, peaty. It's a little much for me."

    "Well I sure couldn't have it every time.", one said as the other took a healthy pull from the fresh Wild Turkey.

    We purchased the flask from a corner store run by this guy named Rajvir. Every now and again, he'd get liquored up himself and get on about the barriers that culture places between people where he's from and a legitimate chance at success in "the land of the opportunity", said with a sardonic twist.

    Fire welled up as the drapery of expansion fell upon us.

    We sorted our way through a school campus and stood at the football field looking skyward. Some discussion of the illusion of light in the night sky came up.

    The further away a star is, the less reliable the light is in terms of gathering information about the star's existence right now.

    They detect black holes by observing radial distortions of light when objects move in front of them.

    Is it okay to understand the universe in terms of infinite birth and infinite death?

    Is there a relationship between the compression of matter by black holes and the supposed existence of dark matter?

    Is there a way to exist beyond the capacity of these thoughts?

    Knowledge. Calculus.

    The first part I understood. The second part, I poured over. Wondering why my consciousness offered mathematics.

    "Maybe you're less inclined to want to take things on faith. It's more logic."

    "Logic is too strict sometimes. Logic is functional until axioms clash. I want to be nice to people, but I also like money. Do I endeavor to be an altruist and not sweat the nickels and dimes or keep every cent close? Even if I'm both altruistic and attracted to money, there is a cross-section."

    "And it probably gets worse with more complicated choices."

    No doubt, sir.
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