Thanks, again, to all those who sent emails this past week, messages.. those who visited and read what was here..

The news of the world, yet again, has been dominated by debt. The economic gains are diminished, here in the US of A.. and the world, too, isn’t much better. Though 7 billion inhabit the planet, it’s obvious most of that population is in for inescapable journeys, some that will take us to hell on earth and others that will force development of our species.

The idea of 7 billion people.. I can’t even fathom it. That amount of souls, spaced out in space here on this blue dot somewhere in a galaxy, in a universe.. I can’t grasp the idea of what we are, who we are..

People offer up tales of physical prowess at bars across America every Saturday night.. It will happen to you, no doubt, that at some point this weekend someone will offer up a point or two about how much better they are as compared to you. But, ask yourself, what are they? … cell… atoms.. spinning. A mass of atoms, and often a mass of ass. Mass, nonetheless..

And take it even further.. we don’t know what the universe is, we’re not quite sure exactly how a big bang occurred, but still somehow buy into the notion that the universe was the size of a fist and exploded into this. Despite our inability to conjure up any real data to prove the big bang once and for all, it’s our best belief. So, this Saturday, when Joe Sixpack propels himself to the head of the club or the front of the line, realize that you’re somehow joined with him/her.. we’re all somehow joined together.

But I still can’t figure out, despite a mass of atoms, what exactly we are.

And never will.

But that’s just how it’s going to be.

Good Saturday evening, all, and here’s hoping your figure out what you are and where you’re going on this long highway of life, with stretches of boredom and others filled with accidents and riddles.

Good evening.