Chapter 145 - Fluffy Beds, Blood on Tea Leaves

It would have been a lot of fun to continue the discussion about the nature of knowledge, a kind of metatopic that was sure to arouse conflicting thoughts, but Ted had not slept in a truly nourishing way in such a long time that he had to excuse himself. As he crawled into a frighteningly soft and fluffy bed, he did not really know if he would wake up in a million years. That would not have been frightening, but he now had two deals with two different spiritual entities. He had deadlines, things to take care of, and there was no hope that he would be able to reason with a being like the solar deity. It was more likely that he would get through Dogormo's distorted, shadowy skull, but his main objective was still to complete everything in time. With people, he could not afford to be so diligent. One had to choose his primary values wisely.