Dad, again.
Bedtime for R usually consists of some reading, followed by wind-down conversation, after which he'll lie in bed and let his mind wander, usually to problems he's trying to solve. A wandering mind will frequently need to articulate what it's pondering.
Tonight, a few minutes after a description of some machines he's planning to build, R made the following observation:
R: "If black holes decay, it must mean that they can't be tunnels to another side of space. They must be more like buckets with stuff falling out when they decay."
D: "Hmm. I don't know - I'd have to think about that. Mom might know more about that than me."
R: "Well, I guess they could be tunnels."
D: "Yeah, I suppose if they're tunnels and they start to decay, then the tunnel might just collapse."
R: "Yeah, and then it would just be like a bucket."
Pause.
R: "And it wouldn't be connected to the other side of space."
Sweet dreams.
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