Good morning. This is your friendly reminder that we may exist as streams of data within a universe-wide simulation. Sorry, whatever grief you experienced was real though. Carried like gravy over chicken and dumplings: a grey and heavy burden, so it’s a lot to ponder, and we may forget at times that certain colors are illusions, like the rainforest frog’s blueness, even though its poison unravels certain bytes of information, we carry on, as I know you seek your own transformation; in a blue pill, red pill, gold ash powder or whatever, even when the goddamn pill dispenser is broken again, we break down the vending machines and start over again, so then, I hope you enjoy the coffee and have a nice day.