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.
