I started
this blog asking the question, ‘Is the
hokey pokey really what it is all about?’
The one
thing I have discovered in my seventy-plus years is, as expressed in the Life of Brian, the meaning of life is
- there is no meaning of life.
Many physicists
have defined the human race as an accidental anomaly occurring on a small
planet rotating around an unimpressive star in a galaxy of billions of stars,
in a universe of billions of galaxies.
And then
there is my 4 a.m. thinking from a physics background:
Our solar
system looks amazingly similar to our conception of an atom; in which case we
would be occupying an electron that we call earth rotating around a nucleus we
call the sun.
Now our atom
(solar system) is one of billions of atoms rotating a nucleus (black hole) forming
a molecule we call the galaxy.
That
molecule is one of billions of molecules that make up a pustule on the ass of a
half drunk female in leathers sitting on a bar stool in a biker bar in another dimension,
comparing her tats with the bartender.
We, the
human race of Earth, might call her God.
Now she in
turn is sitting on an electron making up an atom that is part of a molecule …
And it’s
turtles all the way down.
These
thoughts keep me awake early in the morning.
the Ol'Buzzard
