Conditional Reality

We visited a friend who had moved to Alaska looking for a simpler life. We found him starving and freezing to death in a makeshift cabin in the woods. We tried to talk him into coming back home but he refused, saying he had a cottage industry going making supplies for artists. There are lots of artists in Alaska, he said. I just need a little time to get established and then prosperity will be mine. He offered us a pen. You draw something with this pen, he said, and nothing else matters. That drawing will be your entire life.

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