Happy Birthday, Earth! Hey, you know, that's what sprang to my head as I shambled out of bed this morning. And yes, the birthday is arbitrary and based on a conception of time that has only become reality by virtue of an agreement, coerced or otherwise.
So, 2015. Nice to meet you. Oh, you've heard about my sabbatical? Well, yes, you see. Just as your very existence reifies an orderly sequence of things, so I am adhering to the notion that my return to the Korner will, at some predestined time, come to pass. But why rush destiny, then? Out here in the way out, sipping my diner coffee and watching the oily swirls on its micro-granular surface, I've had time to think about things. I continue to wonder and wander, and blunder. Blundering about, looking for a purpose, accepting purpose as yet another construct, yet also feeling it in my marrow. Feeling what? It. This may be hard to follow, but, given the predilections of our Korner devotees, I doubt it. So drink it in. Let my pondrances give way to further cogitation among you -- or not. If that's not your thing, I understand. I never stand over.