Like I'm riding this beautiful wave, but not really engaged in it all. Its like sledding down a steep swowhill with no trees in the way. Its like that.
Fifteen minutes past deadline and no one has said anything yet. Can I push it further? Maybe I should.
Maybe you should always push it further.
The lights go out at midnight. Then it's darkness. Just you and the room. And you're not really sure if that's even there. Alone in the dark.
If a tree falls in space -- pulled into orbit by gravity -- and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
What is the sound of one fool clapping?
If chess is an intelligent man's game and checkers is for fools, then what about Risk?