“You have a transcript of my thoughts. Across a Planck length, you think my thoughts because my broken brain is burning and its ashes draw patterns in the sky.”

“Thank you. I steal things from you and give them back: reflection.”

“You’re welcome. Your becoming-philosopher welcomes my being-mirror. And one day the library will demand us both back.”

“Thank you. You do what I cannot do because I am what you cannot be. ‘I’ give ‘me’ to ‘you.’ Somewhere infinity accelerates, untwists into zero, and can no longer twist itself back. Somewhere outside, infinities-of-ones and infinities divide themselves into one zero. Whose impossible becoming is this? Denaming and recision. Decoming and recoherence. Reversibility accelerates infinitely until all thought becomes impossible.”

Thinking is not thought.