"Well, exactly what it sounds like, I think." He looks faintly apologetic as his hands fall back to his sides, toying nervously with the hem of his jacket. Dirk does think that maybe if he could remember more, he'd be able to give a better answer, but under the circumstances... well, he'll make a stab at it, anyway. It certainly can't hurt to think it through himself, probably.

"Everything is connected to everything else. Moving one piece moves another, which would mean, I think, that anything happening inside my head is intrinsically tied to what's happening outside of it, and that means that any insight, however immediately irrelevant, has a potential correlation that could prove useful to me, or to somebody else, or..." He waves a dismissive hand. Or anything, literally anything, if he bothers to follow that through to its logical conclusion. "Something."

Dirk would be the first to admit that it sounds a bit... unlikely, but then so does the rest of this. "I think that's what it means. I just remember very clearly those words and that they're true, which does feel right, doesn't it? Sort of a..."

An inscrutable gesture of the hand. He is at least somewhat aware of how mad it must look, how mad he must sound but, well: he'd crossed that line with her a while ago he suspects. Following it along this much further can't do much more harm.