"From A to B, I tell you. Yes, from A to B."
"From 1 to 2?"
"Yes, from 1 to 2."
"..."
"Symbols. Lines on a page."
"And if I don't know..."
"And if you don't know it ceases to have value."
"Are you sure it ever really has value?"
"There must be. We give it value."
"Can we really give things value?"
"Well, I'd assume so. How can symbols get value if we don't give them it? It doesn't seem possible that symbols could not have value, since, by definition, a symbol is just a placeholder for value."
"It'd be absurd for them not to have value, dontcha think?"
"I can't imagine it."
"I think I can. Imagine the chaos:
There would be lounders with parbtors
And renquieries with dibsons,
Glasosies and rexans,
With mangors and biscins."
"I don't even think that would be true. Those would just be different values."
"..."
"Ya know?"
"Yea, I guess I see your point. Hmmmm. You said that we give symbols their value, right?"
"Yes, I did say that."
"Shouldn't that mean that there is a time where they don't value?"
"When?"
"Before they exist as symbols. Before we make designations. For example, before we even exist as we are, before they were even looked upon."
"Touche, I see your point."
"What do you think such a place is like?"
"It hurts my head to think about it."
"It must have been one confusing place."
"Such a terrible place."
"Indeed."
"What would you call such a place?"
"Hell."
"Hell is the place where symbols have no value?"
"Yes."
"So, what would you call a place where symbols have value."
"Heaven."
