[baudrunner]

Or for being tastier.

There is much value in ejaculation, Michael. You have my apologies for my abrupt response, it was every bit as spontaneous, fomented from the depths of the knowledge that we and this reality are but the residue of the creation process, the spillage from the drag of a realization that escapes for perpetuity as it continues to acellerate beyond our reach, the beginning, and that we represent that which ordered itself not through harmony, lest we never become manifest, but from the chaos that the trails of that which from the erosion that etched itself into the fabric of nothing that it left behind left us behind. We are all but crumbs, doomed to decay into the ether of nevermore eventually to collide into that dark crust where mass is infinite and time stands still. Then there will be harmony, in a still echo that nothing can hear, of the resonance no-one will ever find because it exists in a great void where nothing but space exists.

Michelle, I accept that our sense of motion, the gyro-balance-scope that exists somewhere in our middle ear, is indeed another sense. You have enlightened me, it seems we have six senses. The sense of direction slash distance is related too much to it and our sense of sight to ascribe to it that great an importance. Take one eye and our sense of distance and depth perception vanishes. Box me in the ear and I know not whether I am coming or going. I will accept that we have six senses, including the sense of motion. It is motion that determines whether something is alive. Direction is the product of inference.

That infernal number six.

Wait! Isn't our seventh sense the sense of premonition?

That infernal number seven.