Good evening Mr Bunks!
Good evening Miss Jowls!
How be you?
I be good and finely. And you?
I am of the standard beingness and health.
This is good to hear.
Been thinking I have recently, about the things of which I cannot comprehend.
As these things be, Miss Jowls?
They be the whole thing of beingness and existence.
Ah yes, the things of beingness and existence, those be nasty mind wobblers!
Yes, indeed they have been. Conclusion to these problems are driven afar and given no light relief to my beating heart.
Understand I do, for I have spent many a time pondering and posing such conclusions but to no avail. There seems to be but only one answer.
And that be Mr Bunks?
That we are merely wandering souls, lost in the ether, and forever tortured by what we do not know. Our intelligence foiled by nature, as nature does not want us to know it's great secret.
Cryptic words these are, but their meaning I understand. My mind is at rest, my body at peace now, thank you My Bunks.
Do not thank me Miss Jowls, I only extrapolate from your wisdom, it is within yourself that you have regained peace and well-beingness.
Lets's have a Java then!
Java it is!