Ami

The world is a small, small place.

Put a pinhole in it, and watch the singularity sink in. We'd be rubbing atoms with friends we'd never thought we'd meet. I'd call myself strange matter because everyone I rubbed with would become so strange.

And then we'd all be strange matter.

There's something vaguely sexual about that, but now that I think about it, it's less sexual and more like a kid mixing blue play-doh with yellow play-doh. In the end, you get green.

A lot of people think of genetics like that. A blonde mom plus a blue-eyed dad equals a blonde-haired, blue-eyed child. It's not quite so simple. It's never quite so simple. And any attempt by simpletons to explain things like genetics only leads to further confusion on their part. Which further leads only to more bullshit explanations for things people know nothing about.

And look now, there goes the singularity, and we along with it.