Reality’s Wet Dream

Reality got bored of being the only one in existence so split in two, resulting in Thought and Language, who decided to fuck. Of course, when it comes to coming, it isn't any absolutistic, black-and-white matter, but a spectrum, and, leading to its electrifying climax, both Thought and Language contributed fairly and complementarily to each other's climbing up this orgasmic interstellar spectrum until finally the Omega Point had been reached and both Thought and Language felt so fucking good from fucking so fucking good that they both came at the absolute exact same event-location in spacetime and therefore both and neither came first.