The rain, wetter today; have you noticed? and the stars, edible; I've just had one. Like the virus of Eden, it infected me. Long before, I began living. Only then did I begin to think. Inoculated by Babel? No. The virus consumes me; now, bursts forth among you, the universe. Born from nothing— yet, exists eternally. Two impossible, incompatible truths. A brute fact, a logical necessity. I am a brute fact, as are you.