Why do some people fall in love with Paris on a short visit, while others find it challenging to live there long-term?
Has there ever been two insufferable divas who bumped into each other just going about their day? Perhaps there's a story about Beyoncé and Streisand getting on the same elevator, or one about Shatner and Connery passing in a hotel corridor.
Does consciousness evolve in “observer classes,” where each class perceives reality with increasing architectural awareness — and if so, what evidence would support or refute a Second Observer who can hold multiple truths without narrative collapse?