Why I Try to Avoid Deep Arguments These Days..

Where is the fun in climbing into a catapult to be shot into a gargantuan void of striped blackness and whiteness where there is neither an exit nor a window and within which there is no way of deducing the answers of the questions that the void compels one to answer for no real reason other than pride or instinct, and after all of this one ends up materialising at the exact same location days later in time from the departure point and knowing paradoxically less than when one left?