Again, he wondered not. He had two feet. A right and a left. Right and wrong never occurred to him. Instead he considered how the invisibility of space allowed for the containment of other invisibilities. Hot and cold both there. Also, dry and bright. But why 162 feet tall was beyond his care even though that too was about feet. Didn’t even think why not 163 feet. “Death too, invisible” he suddenly said. “As is Life and Experience”. She looked at him askance. “You shouldn’t do that”, he added. “Is talking to my self with no one present, is that too invisible? I can hear it. But can’t see it.”. “You need a very powerful microscope” she said. “And you know, for someone who thinks about death so much, you know surprisingly little about life”. “Not a microscope” he said. “A mirror”. “Let me tell you” she began. “You keep on about this invisible stuff, blah blah blah, and you don’t see what’s right in front of your nose”. Now he looked at her askance. “The wild animals, yeah? You feed them and give “em water, and pretty soon they know what you do. Cool. But what’s even more important, is they realize what you don’t do! You don’t kick them, you don’t scream at ‘em, don’t throw rocks at them. You know? They know they can trust you, even though you’re so big. Cuz make no mistake. Size matters a lot in this realm. Just because you’re bigger you get to eat more.”. “They haven’t caught on to sharing?” he asked. “The Mothers do. The Fathers not so much. Too busy eating, fighting and grab-assing.”… A long silence followed. Both looking askance at nothing. “What’s up with the 162 feet?” she finally forced her self to ask. Centipedes, she thought. Or maybe caterpillars? They had a lot of feet. But he must’ve seen where her thoughts were going, cuz he said “No. The egg wants to be 162 feet tall.”. She spat. “Idiot!”, barely audible, escaped from between her lips. “Probably a genius to him-self”.
