

Sounds like a thing we talked about in a philosophy class I took.
You have a room, with nothing but a blank piece of paper in it. There is one thing in the room.
You fold the paper. There is now a crease in the paper. It is still in the room.
How many things are in the room?
A “crease” (like the corner of a table) is a distinct thing, yet it is part of the paper. There is no increase in mass in the room. Yet the crease remains.



“How much is too much” really depends on the person, but I’ll venture to say that a single shared joint a day is not enough to induce scromiting in anyone remotely tolerant.