Thursday

Mornings like this unsettle my mind. The sky is clouded over, with a even sheet of gray that, for all I know, could stretch around the world, covering us all and leaving a sleepy residue that won't lift until the sun burns it all away. This is the perfect weather for tainted memories and for bitter accusations and envy.

The universe is approximately 13.7 billion years old if you can follow WMAP cosmology. It is nearly flat and expansion is increasing. Ultimately that means a long slow death in ice and cold. I hate the cold and am thankful I won't be around to see it.

Angels are an alien and intelligent life form, who believe that the universe has a consciousness behind it and have set out to discover what it's up to. They still don't have any idea. They are trying to re-trace the evolution of consciousness back to the beginning. We are a small annotation in their study.

On a sub-atomic scale the nature of reality is in a constant state of flux. Nothing remains the same from one nano-second to the next. It's no wonder I can never remember people's names. I'm surprised I can find my way home at night.

Because of the way my brain works I will never be aware of as much as my sub-conscious mind is. It seems I'm lacking the right kind of opener. This is analogous to forgetting you need a corkscrew if you're going to buy the good wine. We are a screwtop kind of people, psychically speaking.

Nobody can figure out exactly why gravity does what it does.

There are people out there, right now, working on implanting computer chips into our brains so we can communicate telepathically over the internet. I had my bags packed and ready to load into the car, with a map of Antarctica in my hand, when I heard them say that it was still some years away. I've told you how much I hate the cold.

Despite a couple of millions of years of evolution, sex is still the best way to get rid of a headache, despite the old "it's not you, it's me" cliche. Actually it's the best way to cure a lot of things, isn't it?

Jane Jacobs predicted a dark age about to descend on western civilization. I've read some of her ideas and I think she's right. What now?

I just took a look outside and the sky seems to be clearing a little. Not quite sunny but on its way. I think I'll go outside.