I love the void. The void is beautiful.
Do you see the scene? Carrot and I, with some knowledge about this specific trail- Woody, with no knowledge whatsoever. Now I’d like you to picture two middle aged men- lost, possibly dehydrated, very loud middle aged white men looking for water and a campsite.
“Where’s the next water?” they ask.
“Just over this way” Carrot and I respond- we’d like some water too, we just consulted our data to find it- we give the information within a tenth of a mile.
“Where’s the next water?” they repeat, eyes fixed on Woody- who would agree that he doesn’t know shit about shit.