So anyway, there we were. I’m not being rude about vampires: we jailbirds have nothing better to do in a day but count the rice.
Birds. That’s another thing. Don’t get me started on birds.
If you read Hugh Everett III, a very old-timey guy, you will know something about why I can do more, I believe, than my grandparents or parents on the spider front. Everett was the guy who posited the theory of time that says that everything that can happen does happen, that all branches of a superposition are actual and none more real than the rest, which results in an individual not being a thread through time, but rather a kind of thick interwoven knot through all dimensions, a bad macramé of time, a dreadlock of superpositions, tangled and baffled and freed in time by our ability to be All the Thin
