B.S.

Neither me nor my TJ believe this grandiose canyon was carved by that tiny river. We call B.S.! and we have our theories of how it was really formed. I asked TJ if he wanted to drop everything and dedicate our lives - to the point of obsession - to disproving this great myth. So obsessed that we ruin our relationships, both professional and personal because it will consume our every waking moments.

He said, "No."

Which is kind of a bummer when I think about the ironic, beautiful metaphor we could embody; like this little thing just kept getting deeper and wider, bit by bit, and we never understood its power until one day, a trillion years later, we're standing on opposite sides of a grand canyon, thinking That's B.S.