The Everly Brothers

I saw your brain last night. It looked like the sole of a brand new tennis shoe made of rubber dipped in bright day-glo shades of pink, yellow, and green. I could see that your brain was assembled in a factory in China, and that it's very well made but is subject to an export tax.

I could see that you were reading the latest novel by Vladamir Putin. He'd written the thing under the name of George Orwell, a pseudonym. The main character is the dictator of a large unwieldy country who envisions overseeing in his own country the re-creation of the country he most admires, America.

I wasn't reading the book, I was listening to The Everly Brothers on Pandora. Their song "Dream" is so beautiful, I know every word of it. And every time I sing along to the song "Dream" while I'm listening to it, my brain looks exactly like your brain.

Now that we've started thinking alike, you and me, we agree that neither of us like the nuclear bomb. We like the nuclear bomb even less than we like war, which we don't like at all. However, we agree there's a good reason there's a nuclear bomb: that we've made the bomb because we doubt our ability to fend for ourselves without making war. And we agree that once we've made war we have to make something new out of what we've made. We agree that's the reason we made war in the first place, and that this agreement is the basis for our negotiation.