Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Lightfoot]

::: A whole pot of stew, and countless tankards of Guinness later.... :::

"Ya shee, Fin, the Aneristic picture of the ..um.. Universe has all the leetle sub-atomic particles primly flyin' in nice, circular orbits about the nucleus; while in the Eristic, or quantum picture of the Universe, the particles are jumpin' randomly in and out of diff'rent orbitz, and one doesn't know where they really are, atall, atall, until the bloody buggers are actually "measured" or "detected".. {Beeelch!!}"

....ZZzzzzzzZZ...

"Now, mosh folk, look at this table, or at this ..empty.. tankard.. (Wench! more Guinnesh fer me 'n ol' Snoozy here...!), and the shee a solid object; when in reality, itsh mostly empty space.. with the ..um.. only the.. yeh, probability that all yer brew won't fall out thru the shhpaces betweent the pewter atoms.. no wait.. the molekewls..."

...hmpppfff.. yeah sure..

"Now, the ELF, we gotta, like, um, gotta be like those leetle buggers.. We gotta exist in ... what ish it? "potentia", til our Orderly foe lay eyes on us.. or we spy them, ..so.. somethin' observes somethin' elsh... ..and.. then we hold still long enough to "convert 'em".. if their quamtun eigenshhtate is compatible with um...
..um... I can't feel my nose... maybe we should...."

::: Fin gains consciousness long enough to reach over and punch Mal right smack in the nose in question. :::

"Oww!!! Bloody Hell! "I oughta... oh!" The old Zen example of 'The Mashter who makes the grassh green..." The student teaches the Teasher, eh? Just don't be quotin' Rumi or Hakim Bey ta me, or I'll pop ya right back!"

::: Graceful fade-out to save the reader further embarrassment. (...this is the Grand E.L.F. Council of High Fives..???) :::

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