What can YOU say in six sentences?
Our argument rapidly approaches a thousand degrees kelvin. The torrent of words continues to roll over me, like pink-skinned, flaming Napalm. I begin to wonder, Why the Big Bang? At the invention of time and the universe, there was only plasmatic fire, geometrically expanding into a nothingness that would become somethingness. Now I sit across from you and think, You’re like a burning house directly across the street from a tranquil fire station, where, inside, firemen soundly sleep. I find myself wondering, do firemen’s homes ever catch fire?