"Ok, ok, Anatole France says, 'If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it's still a foolish thing'."
"Of course, but he would have to concede it is also an amazing coincidence."
"Semantic conflict! Like saying you saved up to buy a quarter-horse because you couldn't afford a whole one."
"There were beautiful horses at the last demonstration."
"Where do they put the sirens on those poor things?"
"Oh man, you're so right-brained!"
"It's like rubber gloves. You go wash dishes and find two right gloves, so you turn one inside out and it becomes a left glove."
"So could we do that with, like, Congress?"
"Congress is a male-dominated citadel, no chance."
"Beg to differ. Citadel can be either gender."
"Well, it can be a fort, which is masculine, or..."
"Fortress! That's feminine!"
The kitchen circle may have been small but its membership was prestigious, portable. It can be accessed from infinite points in space and time, which is why we have memories. Not much point in history without memory. This means each mind in each life-form contains an index of spacetime coordinates, without which neither present nor future would exist because there'd be no point of reference or definition. In other words, no point.
I am now in another kitchen, 48 years in the future of 1967, and I got into my toybox again to hold artifacts in front of this webcam. This one is an old gift from a thespian and vocalist who steadfastly believed in a project she worked on so many years ago, a show about the future that did not merely outline shapes of things to come but also maintained the final frontier contained whole new possibilities of existence. Yes, it's addressed to Geo. with "love".
Oh, go ahead and say it: Uhura is my secret pal !!!