I apologize for not being able to reply to this date due to other commitments. I will try to do so soon. Old Prof, I did look at the link you provided and several other on that site, but it’s too dense for me to evaluate properly. What he’s doing there definitely doesn’t overlap much into my skill zone. I can’t figure out if his latest comment concerns a return to “normal” or not. I’ll keep trying.
You’re a good fellow at heart, I know.
I’ve grown quite cynical and it shows; worse, I’m afraid I’ve allowed some personal disappointments to infuse my discourse and perhaps my reason.
It all sounded so simple in the beginning; we live on a tornado, travelingly somewhat madly about in a hurricane wind, forever drawn and repelled by the maw of a furnace.
As long as we never looked up we never saw our nakedness, and now we stand, like turkeys caught in a fresh spring shower, heads pointed blindly toward a blazing light and crouch in shame for imagined transgressions.
But will a glass-bulb tell our fate if it’s held in the wrong hands?
This dashing rock, among millions milling aimlessly about is unique just because we say it so.
If it freeze, we die; but if it boil we die the same.
How does it warm if not the sun; does our belly bank our brain — it’s a challenge to remain sane.