Ok now put on your thinking cap,
have you traveled very far:As far as the eyes can see- and that's pure conceptuality man, like looking out on an unbounted Atlantic and picturing it as unbounted yet finite-as- hell like Lake Superior (that's what kind of job it is, not what it is): 8 miles high and when you touch down and it's chopped into units that still make a pile: I can't reach you + i can't see feel or hear from you ( while also a billion ages past you, a million years behind you too) and conceptuality of unithood or anything else is in the way ( in the way of what? who knows but you get the spacial metaphor in there for laughs and you can go anywhere you want, even musically reinforced and things like that: magic or mud or both or neither and the oriented science-fiction of all underground trash.
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