“Perhaps there’s a Watcher in the sky. Perhaps we’re an alien experiment. Perhaps it’s all atoms and chance. Who can be sure? Not us — not yet, but we can dance in the mystery, Absurdism says, with the dance as the point all along; born into an absurd theatrical performance that makes no sense, and rebelling against a lack of sense itself, by being better and kinder and weirder, living inside of a paradox and still doing the dishes knowing we might never know what it was all about, and carrying on anyway.”

Alexander Ford

Alexander Ford is a reclusive artist/writer living and working in Las Vegas. He thinks that Cyclops was right.

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