I picture Falcon cutting black people's lawns then going and getting his moonshine and having a drink and a smoke with an assortment of crack whores, train jumping drifters, white witches and bohemians as they usher in the night. A little 1983 cassette player with radio plays a broad mix of music as they chatter, laugh and occasionally scream. After a few hours of this they all lay on their backs and gaze at the stars - a troubled teen farts loudly and giggles - in that moment the Falcon solves and explains everything that troubled Einstein. None of them understand, or ever could understand, the theoretical physics involved- the falcon knows this, that's why he told them.