I am very sorry to tell you that it’s quite likely you came to sentience just so you could eventually be killed by one Arthur Dent.
Quick, look around for a whale and a bowl of petunias.
Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was “Oh no, not again.”
If you pour water in the drain and follow it long enough, eventually it’ll come out of your shower again. You’re practically washing up with sewage.
If we want to take a shower from scratch we must first invent the universe.
I wonder if anything exists beyond the context of me writing this comment on Lemmy right now.
Only try to realize the truth: there is no shower.
It’s all pee, all the way down. Pee. Pee. Pee. We pee when we’re not showering. The water comes from pee. And your dad peed in your mom and then she shat you out. Pee. Pee. Pee.
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