That is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It's a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it's a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time. Everyone who tells a story tells it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like a string full of knots.
Oh God, is there something wrong with the tree? Nope. Nothing’s wrong. But it’s almost nine, it should’ve been lighted up an hour ago. We waited for you.