Someday I want to be that crazy old guy with the big shorts and the metal detector who happens across an ancient treasure of limitless value that completely disproves absolutely everything we think we know about anything.
That would be neat. Especially if it only disproved everything, without bothering to offer up any suggestions about what might actually be going on.
"Sorry folks, it looks like everything is wrong."
"What do you mean? What is it thats wrong?"
"Everything."
"That's impossible!"
"You're wrong."
Then somebody figures out that we're all just consciousness singularities with different sum-polarizations interacting clumsily with one another, like so many magnets (only with infinite polarization possibilities instead of just the two usual ones) rattling around in what can only be described as an "expanse" which occupies neither space nor time.
That would explain a lot.
But I don't even own a metal detector, so the likelihood of that happening anytime soon is pretty slim. I do have a few pairs of wicked big shorts, however.
TSN
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