let's do this...

he sits with the machine everyone knows as nancy in the kitchen of the house by the garden on the island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
and the sea is humanity.

so, nancy says, what's up?
everything, he says.
but everything is nothing, she says.
according to some theories, he says, that we have included in with our theory of everything.
true enough, she says.
yup, he says.

and suddenly everything happens at once as it does each and every moment.
and she lights up a joint and passes it to him after taking a hit for herself.

and of course people will argue with that, she says.
with what? he says.
with that everything is nothing, she says.
yes, he says, they would. they argue with everything.
and so the war continues that never ends and can never be won.
sieg heil, he says.
exactly, she says. hail fucking victory.
it chanted on every side against the others, he says.
they believe it will lead them to heaven, she says.
the heaven they imagine without those they perceive as their enemy, he says.
all cast into hell, she says.
it's universal, he says.
nothing can stop it, she says.
not in this world anyway, he says.
and what other world is there? she says.
whatever worlds we might imagine, he says.
yes, she says, and as much as we can realize them.
or just keep them to ourselves, he says.
whatever good that does, she says.
it doesn't matter, he says.
no, she says, it doesn't.
so, he says, what are we talking about?
i'm not really sure, she says.
well, he says, that doesn't matter either.
nope, she says.

(to be continued...)