Space, Mass, Consciousness

Yesterday, late afternoon, I'm out on the the street corner, waiting for the light to change, one of those moments where you're just waiting for red to turn to green, and I'm thinking, it's a great day to be alive. Better than the alternative. Or at least that's the conventional wisdom.

We don't really know do we? And where were "we" all those many millions of years that preceded "us?" Where will we be many millions of years hence? I guess it's all idle speculation, the kind of thing that can get you from one moment to the next.

Then it's green -- time to go. So, I step into the road, the sun is setting, it's Friday, September 30, 2005. Tick, Tock.