The sound and taste combine into an aroma of universal truth-and this is the smell of cosmic order. The whif after is the way we smell it,our feet on the ground-here on this planet. We are small creatures,but as big as the sound of our taste. Some time from now,I will build a machine that will bring about a more complete delocalization of meaning, but for now- this is what I say on the subject. Rotten spam and faeces.
Gravity is a law.
Read any law book and all you find is a buch of worthless dog crap.