(And if you could only sense that I really had started this at an entirely random page...)
This is the only inspiration you're going to find. He's just telling a story. Write it all down whenever the sensation strikes you, get someone to type it up and call it a book.
(And to think that yesterday you were just a regular person).
"What kind of disjointed concept is 'time' anyway?"
"Disjointed? It's hardly disjointed - you know - it's gotta be the one thing that relies on continuity solely and completely and that - apparently - is what you're all about."
"What I'm saying though - and you don't have to listen, really - is that time is simply an expression of awareness."
"Then sooner or later I'll just understand you - absorb it from you if you will - 'cause the words you're saying aren't bound by time, 'cause time doesn't exist."
"In a way."
"But really - 'sooner or later' - that's perception. As it relates to the observer, 'Sooner or later'. Time exists."
"You're not awake enough to be 'socially aware'."
"Precisely what I'm saying, right?"
"If you're thinking about walking in a straight line, well, I hope that's really what you want to do. Tell me how you did it in 50 years and I'll show you where you went wrong, right, 'cause if you're gonna remember a yesterday for 50 long years then you're line was fucking bent."
"Do you know why I love you?"
She shakes her head, no.
"'Cause when you're around one of us is having an original thought."
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