“The future is God,” he tells me, “she’s the could have been
and possibly, the great maybe, the cosmic universal potential, the
sum-total-of-all-impending probabilities.”
But this I cannot understand. Or was it that I will not understand it. It’s a noetic toss up and the coin’s still in the air.
“You’re free to disagree with me,” he says.
“Really?” I wonder at him.
“Oh, who knows?” he shrugs back at me. “The singer sings and the song goes on,” he says. I wonder if he’s attempting a Jackie Mason impersonation.
I have pages and pages of unwritten notes, hundreds – thousands of unfinished confessions.
But this I cannot understand. Or was it that I will not understand it. It’s a noetic toss up and the coin’s still in the air.
“You’re free to disagree with me,” he says.
“Really?” I wonder at him.
“Oh, who knows?” he shrugs back at me. “The singer sings and the song goes on,” he says. I wonder if he’s attempting a Jackie Mason impersonation.
I have pages and pages of unwritten notes, hundreds – thousands of unfinished confessions.
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