Okay, a different bend on philosophy tonight.
A towel. Does it like being wet or dry?
It likes wet: So, it holds on to all moisture as long as possible, and slowly lets go, while cracking as it drys out, faster than a worm on the pavement. But when you get it wet again. Boy, is it happy.
It likes dry: It can't stand being wet. It likes it in a dry heat. Arizona is the place for it. Life in an oven is what it wants. It gets wet and immediately is trying to get back to the state of freedom, without being encumbered by water.
Okay, sad commentary that this is being considered.
As opposed to discussions with my 11 year old on trying to figure out how to make teleportation work. He seems to think he's got the whole conservation of matter solved, by introducing anti-matter in one spot, while creating it in another spot. He is still stuck on that whole "life-force" thing, on how to take that matter that is in-action, and make it move again on the other side.
Never mind the whole, reassembly part. He's got that mastered already, by lasers taking 3-D measurements.
I suppose he'll love Star Trek, if I ever introduce him to it. Or am I just pushing him on that path to geekdom, which he is already meandering on.
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