Me: You ever think of the Earth as a conscious being?
Kris: All the time.
Me: Really?
Kris: No, dude. Don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
Me: I mean, every living thing on Earth is just that: living. It is all to some degree, alive. Which means that even a piece of grass could, at the very least, be an extension of consciousness. I mean for all we know.
Kris: So, if a deer is conscious? and a piece of grass is conscious? then vegetarians are fucking idiots.
Me: Yeah, I mean? I guess.
Me: Walt Whitman wrote that God was the Universe. That we were a part of the divine, not just created from it. And he was pretty smart.
Kris: What'd he do?
Me: For a living?
Kris: No, for Friday night movies. Yeah, for a living.
Me: He was a poet.
Kris: Are those guys usually smart?
Me: Well, now that you mention it, probably not. But the great ones are. Er, were. I can't really explain it.
Kris: Well that sucks.
Me: What?
Kris: You basically just said you don't know what you're talking about or why it's important.
Me: Well, yeah. But I'm not all that smart.
Kris: Fair enough.
Kris: You think a poet could be dumb enough to not know it?
Me: Know what?
Kris: That he was a poet, dude!
Me: These conversations? That's why I love working with you.
Kris: Yeah, these are pretty fun.
Kris: You know what I think we should do?
Me: What's that?
Kris: A radio show.
Me: Why?
Kris: ‘Cause we're pretty funny.
Me: Maybe. But you can't just do a radio show. We'd have to start with like, podcasting or something.
Kris: What's that?
Me: Yeah, we'd have to start pretty much at the bottom.
Kris: I like the bottom sometimes. Sometimes, it's more fun than the vaginal area.
Me: Fair enough.
Kris: So, how would we start a podcast?
Me: We'd have to Google it.
Kris: And after that?
Me: I guess I'll know when I Google it.
Kris: So, I guess our plans are pretty much stalled.
Me: Yup.
Kris: Let's go to Hooters.
Me: Okay.
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