Provide a warning, on the occasion that you're in the mood to prattle, worm. I fear I shall go deaf in an hour's time.

[ All this, to say nothing of the mechanics of the 4D universe? Of the the fact that the entire existence, as he was told, was nothing but a play-toy, a collection of artificial thoughts, feelings, and memories? That which transcended the deletion of the source data, and had countless theological ramifications for centuries to come?

Theories, even learned ones, were no better than the blind stock in Gods. ]

I was under the impression that even doctors like you had an aversion for dogma. Perhaps I was mistaken.