At the tender age of 14, the young Kimrock has started thinking. Prodded into precocious intellectual sensuality by Prigentia he is considering the nature of his own mind. Unaware of the thesis that consciousness is an emergent consequence of seething lower-level activity in the brain (Godel, Esher, Bach and other flower remedies), he reaches the conclusion that there is no reality beyond himself. In this solipsistic stance he is probably right, so that the universe (or at least this one) is a figment of Kimrock’s disturbed imagination and we exist solely thanks to him. That is probably as close enough proof of the existence of a god as would meet scientific (though not mathematical) 60% proof absolut (like the vodka).
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