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As I begin my lap of Sol coinciding with The Anwer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, some observational musings on the spiritual end of the spectrum, which, for those who know me, is grotesquely out of character:

* I remain skeptical about The Great Green Arkleseizure, and our universe’s having been expelled from one of its nostrils. I have, however, expelled A Curiously Tenacious Red Mucous Membrane out of one of mine.[1]
* I have no no doubt whatsoever as to whether or not the universe is stranger than we imagine, or can imagine. I have no evidence for or against the argument that it has already been replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable; I can firmly contend that nobody on this planet is smart enough to have figured out what it’s for in order for that to have happened, but am guardedly optimistic that sentient life elsewhere might be. That’s also contributing to why they’re ignoring us.
* Many days, I concur that Creation itself was a bad move, and that I’m among those it has made very angry.
* I do not carve a perfect Perfectly Normal Beast sandwich, but I do make a mean grilled cheese.

“Beethoven tells you what it’s like to be Beethoven and Mozart tells you what it’s like to be human. Bach tells you what it’s like to be the universe.“ - Douglas Adams

[1] not this morning, it was several years ago.