doo-wah-dada-ditty-doo #69...

and he spins along on the pathless path coming upon the beach of the island in the eye of a storm raging on an otherwise calm sea.
the sea is humanity.
he sits and watches the waves come rolling in and washing out again.

when suddenly he perhaps deludes himself into realizing he knows the answer.
and along comes the machine everyone knows as nancy.

hey, she says.
hey. he says.
what's happening? she says.
i'm just sitting here now finding the groove of everything and digging it and i know the answer.
what answer? she says.
they answer to everything, he says.
so, you know the answer to the question everything poses? she says.
unless i am just deluding myself, he says, yes.
that is a possibility, she says, that you are deluding yourself.
i know, he says.

so, she says, what is the answer?
gazorbnik, he says.
what does that mean? she says.
it means everything, he says.
so, she says, everything is the answer to the question everything poses.
it would seem so, he says.
but that is meaningless, she says.
i know, he says.

(to be continued...)