Looking out the window on a rainy day here, high on the ridge, in a million acres of forest. A sense of peace and calm, unusual eh? It rains, why, it is October, should be mid spring and sunny. However I like the atmosphere as the rain tumbles through the tree tops of my endless forest view. Question ? Is the meaning of life a number such as 1/371 Is it an illusion in which we never wake? How do YOU know that YOUR life is real, or better still do you know it is real only as a creation of the metaphysical mind? WELL , DO YA? Philosophy: from as far back as Thales of Miletus, argues endlessly about the themes,what is life, who are we, are we in fact anything or just a cog in a cosmic computer? My thoughts change by the nanosecond, right now, I think, who cares, let it drift !! It is most seriously excellent to be alive (perhaps) on such a day, in fact on any day ! Why sweat it? Then: 1 billionth of a microquantumquarkything, It ( It used to be I, but for a while we will enter the realm of the 3rd person non subjective don't you think) It now thinks, hello, hello, from the Dog Star Sirius, why not, excercise its brain, stoke the intellectual boiler so to speak. An endless stream of front brain stuff carries on meanwhile, it observes that its fingers caress the keyboard, its eyes take in terrabytes of impressions by the second, effortlessly, odd that we let this go on without comment, it's worth a nod now and then, where is this mass of information going, where is it stored, is it stored or dismissed as the moment passes. Why is it necessary to understand the logic of language, what we say is what we say , or is it, maybe it is a symptom of our inability to comprehend the infinitesimal nothingmeaningless of our place in spacetime (warped) And while we are in this mood, why has gravity never to this point been expalained? Ha ! probably the same reason that a cure for cancer continues to be hidden from view. Later

14th October 2018 Its been a while.