Six

In this one district where so-called illusion has been duly noted and labeled, they dropped the word from their vocabulary.  (Oh yeah, now they’re working on “imagination.”)

There is
no such thing
as random…
(at least not that
you can see).

The guy in charge of the mechanics in this one galaxy would try and tell all who would give an ear that, “Before this vehicle will go any further forward, it’s gonna do some time in reverse.” (I suspect that many thought the mechanics of his context referred only to automobiles.)

In all the three dimensional sections of this universe that I’ve seen so far this is true: Any artist who continues to try and tell you, “what he’s doing,” doesn’t know what he’s doing.

The universe may contain an infinite number of bullets, but the gun you’re gripping holds only six.

J.