To be, or not to be. That is the question we all must ask. But what do we do after the being has been bon[e]? Or the doing has been said, or the saying has been sung? Every day, when we arise from our night dreams and begin our day, we must think.

But that’s not all we must do. We must believe. We must believe our act so we can fork over our streams, button up our sleeves, forget the dirt and work on our knees. How can we trust these trees? We don’t. But we continue anyway.

Now that being said, you must be overcompensating in some form. How can I be overcompensating if I haven’t compensated anything in the past year? To commence on our journey to nearing a sublimation of this pasteurization, we must forget. It’s not about now. It’s not about tomorrow. Or yesterday.

It’s about the mega-future. A future in which we all live in harmonious superposition, our innermost feelings entagled and our outermost extensors mangled. And that is why we can see, the false dichotomy. For it is nonsense to ask whether or not one should be, but rather why can’t true and false just live in harmoney.