We’re all Q, all of us.
This is where the Baby Q (I couldn’t eat a whole one) hang out in our own dull, mortal continuum, and learn the basics of existence.
When we “die” we shed our hideous larval form and go on our way to meet The Big Q Daddy in the sky.
It’s up to it, not he, whatever does an entity want with sex? To decide if you’re naughty or nice. And once decided, you’re shunted off to a suitable continuum where you can develop into that wondrous, fully adult Q of your dreams.
And that’s how it all works.
Of course you don’t believe me, but see if I care.
I’m off to file my nails.
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