Sometimes when I am constructing one of those imaginary conversations where I point out that the other person is totally wrong and I am sharp-tongued about it, and the other person can only agree and doesn't sharp-tonguedly attack my faults--sometimes when I am constructing an extremely imaginary conversation like that, I stop and try to imagine a galaxy in my throat with its light, its dark, its distances.

I can't even begin to imagine it well, but it's like back to basics, doing scales. What matters?

Since I get to live in a galaxy, I could lighten up.