GH wrote:Shakira gazed into the pond in wonder at the ripples.
Dappled light bounced from her face, and she suddenly realised
that her hips had been lying all this time.
Conceptual boundaries began to melt, and soon Shakira saw that it was all a lie. There was not a grain of truth that wasn't relative, and everyone she'd ever knew spent their entire waking existence finding clever and often unconscious ways to resist this... truth?
Oh, no... the truth of relativity seemed itself to be a non-relative truth. She watched in amazement as the language unraveled. And as the language unraveled, so did she, and she began to melt into the waves...