Which is honest, and who does, except for the woman who is in Schroedinger existence right now? Sunny observes the surface of his coffee, bundled on the edge of the lawn chair rather than lazing back on it as man willed it be used. "It reminds me of that question, about how many angels can fit on the head of a pin. When you don't know what an angel is supposed to look like, how big they can be, how you quantify them, or even-- what kind of pin it is.
"But that one is more whimsical than this one." This one is super depressing. "I guess it might make sense if Baedal is sort of like a refuge. A really small one, like a life raft."
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Which is honest, and who does, except for the woman who is in Schroedinger existence right now? Sunny observes the surface of his coffee, bundled on the edge of the lawn chair rather than lazing back on it as man willed it be used. "It reminds me of that question, about how many angels can fit on the head of a pin. When you don't know what an angel is supposed to look like, how big they can be, how you quantify them, or even-- what kind of pin it is.
"But that one is more whimsical than this one." This one is super depressing. "I guess it might make sense if Baedal is sort of like a refuge. A really small one, like a life raft."