𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽. 𓇽.

“Well you’re certainly supposed to be dead.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“I am dead?”

“Yes.”

“And what are you?”

“This again…”

“Do you consider a period a sentence?”

I was tired of being riddled by ghosts.

“Well, sonny Jim I’ll answer for you. You are a period. I am a sentence.”

“More like a dime novel caricature.”

“Yes, much more.”

“So you’re just hanging out here in prehistory? All ethereal like? How’s that goin for ya?”

“Why can’t you divide by zero?”

“Because something being operated upon by nothing does not transform.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Yes, nothing happens.”

“How can nothing happen?”

“By not happening.”

“So, sonny Jim all this time you’ve been learning how to become undefined. Well, I am undefined. As such I am not dead. Nor am I strictly speaking alive.”

“Far out.”

‘Did Sam spritz some psilocybin onto my pork n beans again?’ I mused internally.

“This is far beyond psychedelics child.”

“That’s what all the mushrooms say.” Mind reading dead guys are a pretty strong indicator that your own brain is producing the experience.

“You will pass through the gate. Like me, you will pass through the gate as flesh. Death needs not be the mechanism of release if you pass through rightly.”

“I remember what happened to the last couple of assholes who thought they were Enoch.”

“You have not forced your way. So be as placid as a Zurich lake.”

“Poetic.”

“What is the ultimate sum?”

“Inifinity.”

“And what is infinity.”

“Forever.”

“No, what is the state of inifinity.”

“The ultimate sum.”

“Which is the addition of everything to everything, correct?”

“Sure.”

“And when you say that you have added everything to everything. Have you really transformed something?”

“You have done nothing.”

“So doing nothing is doing everything. Zero is the ultimate sum.”

“These games are amusing Colonel. But I’d much rather have coordinates.”

“You have a map. What you need is a key. Which I’ve just given you.”

“Ugh.” I sighed disdainfully.

“Digestion takes time with a zero sum game.” He said handing me a tea ball and vanished.

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