On existentialism.

[We are driving home from school.]

If we see Dad, we’ll stop and pick him up.

Mummy, it would be bad to stop in the middle of nowhere. [Beat] Actually, I’m not sure you CAN stop in the middle of nowhere.

Oh! How come?

Well, nowhere… isn’t anywhere at all. [Pause] I guess if you weren’t even an egg yet – then you might be in the middle of nowhere.

Ah, you mean before the egg is fertilized?

Yes. When you are in non-being. That might be the middle of nowhere.

Discuss.

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