I love those conversations that just grab you and take you all over the place. you start out talking about normal shit, and an hour later you’re on to self-sacrifice, and the origin of time. an hour after that, you’re discussing the feasibility of raccoon speech and which sense you would give up if you had to choose one. and then ending the evening with a debate about trees (or any plant) having a soul.
That kinda shit makes my soul sing.
A Peculiar Cerebral Tangle 