Questions, questions

I have drunk the cup of hemlock and I have traversed the sands of time.
I have caressed the depths of the sea with my feet and felt the warmth of the sky behind my ears.
I have been to places light years away. I have been to places eons inside.
I am the past, the present and the future.
I am everybody and nobody.
And I ponder the eternal question.

Do contact lens wearers go to heaven?

Uh, Post?

We have the same conversations over and over again. Both of us still pretend to not know any of the words.