What on Earth are you going to say to this,

What on Earth are you going to say to this, I wonder?

I will say the very meaning of life. I will discuss the very reason why we are here, and what we're doing and why we're doing it. I will put all this responsibility on the next guy

And the next guy and the next one after that. We can't move on in strength if we don't help each other carry the burden of this story. Remember, the city is no longer what it was.

But I know you don't care about strength. You just care about getting from point A to B with the least amount of crap in between. You think intelligence is all that matters? Well-

try emotion.See how much mileage you rack up from point A to point B.Emotion isn't geometry,it's trigonometry.It dont take much calculus to derivative,but don't go off on tangents

. Now pay attention. The total sum of my love for you is the inverse proportion to my love of maths. So, if you took the time to calculate the mean.. where're you going?

Pythagoria, glanced back triangulating my stare, and shot back, "Your surface area to square diameter ratio approaches Π. Why should our space time manifolds intersect again?

Because our manifolds are hot and wet.

The old school manifolds were fountain pen nibs from the 1950's. The medium manifold, followed by the fine manifold, crept out of storage and into the ink bottle on my desk. They

jotted down a few lines, then folded, then jotted down a few more, folded...and so on, until...the manifold story...ended. Here.