What if Sherlock Holmes post Reichenbach Falls was all in Watson’s head?
“When the cancer gets too bad…”
“Cancer’s boring.”
Don’t let reality intrude on Kerouac’s unwinding road.
Like Pirsig, just maintain.
Seize the day.
Ars longa, vita brevis.
Memento Mori.
Great ending.
Live for existence’s puzzle.
All is One, No Separation.
OR: House killed the dying guy who was willing to take the blame for him, then lit the fire to fake his own death, freeing him to ride with Wilson.
Only one body was found, as far as we know.
He could have switched dental records.
Ambiguity, as with all things, rules.
As mere human beings we cannot know.
