"Well, put it this way," Ont said patiently. "All things are relative. Why not thought? It might be possible to have two thinking minds which are relatively non-thinking. Each, from EVERY standard of the other, being totally thoughtless and without intelligence or mind."
"Now you're going too far," Upt said. "Thought is thought, I think, and—it's real. If any other entity thinks, its thinking must be real too."
"Of course," Ont murmured. "You miss the point entirely. If from every possible angle, some entity, to YOU, can't think and doesn't, it is non-thinking and unintelligent. Right?"
Gordon and Harold paused at the edge of the garden.
"Nice crop of vegetables you have there, Gordon," Harold said appreciatively.
"Thanks," Gordon said. "Say, wouldn't your wife like some fresh vegetables?"
Without waiting for an answer he stepped back into the garden, taking a knife from his pocket.
"These are nice now," he said, bending over and cutting. "Won't be much longer though. Brown spots developing already. I'll scrape off the brown stuff for you, but tell your wife to cook them right away. In a couple of days they'll spoil."