This is a story about a sock.
Or rather, it is not about A sock so much as THE sock. The sock at the beginning of the whole Universe, yeah, way, way back at the start. The point to which every line can be traced back, if you only had the patience to trace back every line. Why, even the things that look like they came before it – the oceans and the canyons and the fossilized reptiles, the comets and the planets, old light and ageless black holes – those things were just thrown backwards in time from the story of the sock, instead of forward, like you and I were.
This is the way it all appears from my perspective, anyway, after years of thought and of measurement and research.
For you, maybe it is different.
I hope that I am not overselling this particular piece of men’s footwear.