K-Nucklehead

_ Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-diff, like Knucklehead Smiff. What's the diff?

_ Shadows prove the Sun, night proves the day; if you hate you love.

_ If you love you hate.

_ Not necessarily. Love is transcendent while hate exhausts itself in love. To hate is to play Pong with no distance between the end lines - a still ball containing immense, intense energy, yet stymied in its ability to express, to resolve; hate can only resolve into love.

_ Pong?

_ One of the original video games along with Asteroids and What Color is Red?.

_ What color is red?

_ "... red is the color that my baby wore, and what's more it's true, yes it is, it's true."

_ Nice. Johnny and The Moondogs.

_ You know when you know; you know it's right.

_ Transcendent? She's a I'm a no-no. What do you mean?

_ 'Transcendent'... Funny word, no doubt there. The reason it works is because we've gone so far into the dark via our fractured linguistic selves that we need verbal sorcery to reintroduce ourselves to the light of immediacy; to reintroduce ourselves to our essential source - Abba.

_ Abba? Dancing Queen?

_ Nyet. 'Abba' means 'Source' - Father... I see you're wearing sunglasses... The Sun is so many million miles away - it's strange how we use units of ground measure for celestial bodies - and we both shrink from it and run towards it, depending on our particular needs, like we would a father.

_ Running towards, running away; going nowhere.

_ Fast.

_ Just chai... a chai fast.

_ Yes. The lingering fast; savoring chai while day turns to night and night, day... yes it is, it's true.

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... The incomprehensible bliss of a moonchild finding his dog without looking.

... How do you change the subject when there is none?

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