(What are you turning the Universe into?)
You absorbed an egg and a Chaos-beating morning; then two passengers and the driver of a 1.... bus. Afterwards you understood your lost sheep of a boss and two examples of local architecture, along with a quarter of the moment's sky - and the Sun.
You have tried to absorb God too, but failed and decided that – if anything – it may go the other way round.
So at the close of the day, in your favourite pub - the teetotaling Moon annoying you again through the window, so high, cool and sober - when it's your round, what will ooze out of your tap, so that you - a Universe Processing Species - can serve it to your mates?
(or this?)
