... about infinity and the universe. If the universe is infinite (which it has to be, despite what Albert Einstein thought), then so is size itself. For all we know our entire solar system is simply part of a nucleus inside an atom that’s one of eleven billion that make up the lower lip of some giant extra-terrestrial walrus that has a lifespan of a trillion years on the planet Glop. We could be wiped out any second with one over-affectionate kiss from an aroused suitor. And where would we go when we died? Would our consciousness remain sealed forever in the wounded lip … or would it seep out into the alien bloodstream to regenerate as a new life in the spleen? Quite possibly. It’s as plausible as any other theory I’ve heard. Oh well, another drink over and another problem resolved.
