Conditional Reality

We had a good business, a nonprofit, where we collected missing souls and returned them to their owners. We often found them moored in clumps atop transmission towers, tall trees, and skyscrapers. They got disoriented as they drifted around and ended up snagged on these tall structures. The hardest part of the retrieval was getting permission from owners to climb their buildings. Last year one of us read a fascinating philosophical treatise proving conclusively that souls don’t exist. We abandoned the business immediately. Now we deliver pizza and other comfort foods to ill patients. Still a nonprofit. Still helping humanity.