Dollcee had a moment of suffocating ignorance. She said I have come to terms with physical existence. I have accepted that, everything, that is everything, by the way, is built from tiny pulses of energy. I am happy to move on.
Finally, my point is this. I have had to rely on a series of thoughts to establish this, I even jotted them down in my journal. I feel this is a result of tiny pulses of energy moving along pathways, being switched here and there by billions of neurons resulting in wave energy being projected from my mouth. Are your ears decoding this wave energy and providing you with some sort of understanding.
Please continue Dollcee, said Dos.
Why do some humanoids, who look almost identical to others, transmit sound waves that are received as violent angry thoughts. These thoughts may have made some sort of sense hundreds of years ago, however now, they are not very relevant when the means of production has developed so far, that there is plenty of surplus for all to access. These same humanoids claim the planet is an oblate spheroid, because God was extremely busy that week and did not have enough time to make it a perfect sphere and had to cut corners. After all, it was getting late on a Sunday afternoon, or was it Saturday or Friday, it all gets confusing.
How could biological accumulators, that look almost identical to me, an intergalactic art critic, diverge to such an extreme extent about their understanding of almost everything.
I am sorry Dollcee, said Dos, I feel that I am being crush by my ignorance.
Dollcee said, if I get angry, I am behaving the same way that I am complaining about with the behavior of other humanoids, so, I am going to have to adopt a non-contradictory approach. From now on, I am going to?