Conversation

One Sunday, on the way to the opera, my wife Mary and I were walking through 
Boston Common, where we overheard a young student say to another: 

          ‘There are no perfect insulators.’ 

His friend immediately replied: 

          ‘Likewise, there are no perfect conductors.’ 

I asked my wife if she thought BRAIN, the seat of UNRESTRICTED LOVE, such as 
the love of a child, or true devotion to a lifetime companion, was a perfect 
conductor. She wanted to think so, but wasn’t sure. 

What about CULTURE? For example, GREAT ART, MUSIC, LITERATURE, FOOD, 
ARCHITECTURE? I said. She added, or GREAT IDEAS? Memes transferred from one 
person to another. I said I believe so. Yes. 

I asked about NATURE, i.e. the embodiment of TRUTH. Author David Mitchell 
says: 'Truth is singular. Its versions are mistruths.' What about NATURE as a 
perfect conductor? Yes. She thought so. 

One thing we were sure about, however, is a perfect insulator. For multicelled 
creatures on earth, DEATH alone is the eternal lifelessness, the final 
silencing of earthly consciousness.