01 June 2015
At the 5 Fulton bus stop at McAllister and Van Ness tonight, two young men were chatting about philosophy. One young fellow wore a toque and flannel shirt, the other was adorned in very long dreadlocks and a guitar. They traded remarks about Kant and Hume and Wittgenstein et al.. "Why," I interjected, "is there something and not nothing?" "Why," Toque replied, "should there be nothing and not something?"