We could find out, but in gaining that knowledge, lament what we have lost. What was one infinite possibility becomes singular certainty.  It becomes known, losing all mystique and wonder. It become quantified, sorted, and mundane. As a question, it is magic the likes of which the Universe itself could not contain. As an answer, it is nothing.

At least, that’s what I tell myself whenever I don’t want to answer the phone.

Oh! Also, boring housekeeping stuff you might care about. The comic is taking a two week hiatus at the end of the month.  Something will likely go up on the site as a placeholder-thingie, but we’re working all that out this weekend. So, more info on Monday. See you then!