Good Pittance - where it all started
Frequency Modulation was discussing the futility of discussing Armenian politics with his good buddy Hyperinflation when magma became too hot and burst out into the open. This was not a good thing for FM and Hyper since both of them died. It was even worse for Terminal Velocity since FM owed him a large sum of money.

The souls of FM and Hyper realised this eventually but could not find a way out unlike magma. Hey Hyper, said FM, I'm stuck! Me too, replied Hyper. And then there was silence because they weren't used to talking too much.

(If there would have been a human there at the time, he would not have realised this silence because he would not have realised that the two souls were talking before the silence because souls don't talk the way humans do.)

Hyper soon had a doubt. Hey FM, he asked, which way's up? FM was the more astute of the two and should have known the answer, but he did not.

Curious, he said, we should be able to tell, not by sight since we are stuck without reference, but by weight, and I could have sworn reading about an experiment by this guy who claimed the human soul weighs about 20 g. Perhaps he was wrong, after all. And besides, it is quite evident in here that, if you think about it, the eventual outcome of going in the wrong direction, that is, down, and not up, would be to emerge on the other side of the planet, that is, there really is no down or up after all.

Hyper was very impressed with FM's analysis and offered all his savings in return for this deep insight, which did not mount to much since he had not paid attention to his investments which he found far too confusing.

In due course, the bodies rotted and were gnawed at by various underground creatures and bacteria. The bones slowly turned to dust and finally there was nothing left but a family of very satisfied rodents. The souls, in this manner escaped and headed outwards, and after encountering exciting territory somewhere deep inside the earth's mantle, emerged in an underground sewage system.

That did not matter too much since they could not smell very well and they had become rather fond of creepy crawly underground creatures over their many years attached to the rotting bodies. They played around in the muck for years together, and mastered all manners of underground sports and arts between them.

Hyper contemplated introducing a form of literature in this new land. Hyper was a sensitive soul, and he felt this place could do with a bit of introspection and critical thought. He thought the best way would be to call for a townhall, raise a topic for discussion and allow his creepy crawly friends to react. He would then document the discussion and eventually after many such events, he would have volumes of critically
thought out, well, thoughts.

FM was not impressed and insisted this project was doomed to failure because he did not believe in volumes of arguments. He supported the existence of an elegant universe and believed there was a fundamental truth to it all, a simple and logical fundamental truth, which can be written on the back of a matchbox, and can be used to explain everything, even the things that Hyper wanted to introspect about. This truth, then, would make introspection redundant and a waste of time.

Hyper did not understand any of the above and went ahead with his plan in any case. He decided to call his book - Reviews from Deep Within: Souls Speak (With Support From a Million Other Creatures).
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- posted by Rallix @ 9:08 AM