I DRIVE A FORD TORUS.
My Wisdom Cone unites all material energy; conscious, semiconscious, and superconscious. Inorganic molecules cycling into organic ones. Dark energy pulling the universe apart on sticky strands of dark matter. The law states that empty space will spawn more empty space exponentially faster. And difference precedes identity. The most distant galaxies blink away from our ability to see them. You look across the room and you don't notice that time and space are shrinking and growing.
You're older now. You're older than you ever have been, but never oldest. Some days you live more than others, redshift/blueshift. The instant you think your here you move into the next phase. The moment you think your dead, the coil of tachyon energy shrouding your body is inexplicably teleported in a funnel shape to the world of your chosing. You'll wake up laughing.
I could teach you but I have to charge.
