mister stops and i feel him behind me. i look back and he's looking at me, i don't know 
what he's thinking, wondering, i get the feeling he's questioning, like, everything, what are we doing, are we going somewhere, can't we just stop and observe everything going on around us, do we have to keep moving continually? i know we're just going to go to some indefinite point, then go home. is there a point to this? that's the point, to go out and ask ourselves the simple inscrutable questions, you philosopher dog. you are the point. get it?