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“Can I ask,” I say, clearing my throat, “what are we voting on, exactly?” “We are voting on the frequency and content of future votes!” everyone chants in unison. “Or,” says a man at the far end of the table, “you know, maybe we could just put a pin in it?” At the suggestion of pins, there are audible sighs of relief. “Yes, yes, yes,” the room agrees. From their briefcases emerge a proliferation of tacks, which they stick into the leather flesh of the briefing books. And the meeting is done.
No one is ever exactly who they claim to be, but some people are closer than others.
The universe doesn’t subtract, it just replaces. Matter isn’t created or destroyed, it’s just replaced, it just changes, it’s just misplaced. And if nothing is ever really lost, how can we ever mourn?
