One of the old buddy pigs came running and found me
when I went to ground,
napping in the moldering afternoon,
and reminded me
porcine
that one cannot be in two places
at one time
"that," said he, "is the stuff of the insanity of theoretical physicists.
"At least," sniffed he, "my brethren of the Gadarenes, had the sense
to run over the cliff
when they heard such stuff," said he.
Paradise or pig.
Passion and multiverse.
Or bread and wine, water and air in the anamnesis House.
"one or the other," said he the pig
"I don't give a fig what you do,
but choose."
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