I like to think of Chidi's wave line when I'm feeling down. We're all just riding that wave until we're back to being part of the ocean.
Picture a wave. In the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. And it's there. And you can see it, you know what it is. It's a wave.
And then it crashes in the shore and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. You know it's one conception of death for Buddhists: the wave returns to the ocean, where it came from and where it's supposed to be.
Data should move to a country that lacks the phonemes to properly pronounce your name (looking at you Spanish and your piddly 5 vowel sounds). You end up just answering to anything that sounds similar.
I would be more like Sonny. Replicate a guitar and some hooch and call it a win. Later I would start a retro rock band, too. Maybe I can also get some teenagers to stampede just like Sonny.
If Steal My Sunshine is playing then she’s headed to a visit with Temporal Investigations. That song was released in 99 and Future’s End takes place in 96.
I like to think of Chidi's wave line when I'm feeling down. We're all just riding that wave until we're back to being part of the ocean.