Laws of Physics as Pertaining to Travel

q.Will you go to the ends of the earth for me?

a.That is a truly barbaric notion.

q.Love?

a.The earth having ends.

q.Do you love me?

a.No.

q.How do you know?

a.I would rather [do] too many things than stay with you in the place of too few.

q.But can you love me from afar?

a.No.

q.How do you know?

a.I have never been to the Amazon from Brooklyn.

q.Why must you to the Amazon?

a.I mustn't in Brooklyn.

q.Oh.

One hundred handhakes, One hundred hugs.

In the forest that grows tenaciously 'tween Brighton and Manhattan lives a feller named Achilles. He's an anteater. One day, Achilles accidentally sucked up some seeds 'stead o' some ants. In irritation, Achilles spat them out.

The seeds were of two plants not found anywhere in the forests of the land, but they landed together, they grew, they sprouted.

Achilles was amazed at the fortune of these strangers. He was amazed that his irritation bloomed into this beautiful blossoming pair. Well, he would have been amazed, had he found out--but the land was wide and this was but a single pair of seeds.

Not to be continued.