I wish telepathy was real, if only because I believe it would fuck with philosophy's shit in ways not yet known to man.

The wank would be glorious to behold. We are all made lesser by its lack.

MASTER: Where will you go after death?
MONK: Excuse me for a minute. I have to go to the toilet.

Oh, Zen Buddhist anecdotes expounding on the futility of speculative thought and metaphysics, never ever change.

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