“It is not you that is the problem; neither is it drowning. You drowning; now that, is the problem.” As I was coming out of the big black building, texting an old colleague of mine, I set a man on fire. I know that you're thinking all the wrong things now. Stop. It's not about that. None of it matters. Just go with it; take it easy. It's just a man; he’s having a luminous day. So I look at this burning man, you see, and feel all these feelings. What do you mean? It's a human person, on fire! Don't you feel any sort of way you monster? Well, I do. I'm disturbed looking at this situation. I'm devastated. I don't feel like going home. So I say right there on the sidewalk. Since feeling this intense grief can't be good, I try thinking of something else. Something good; happy. There was this fantastic piece on youtube about the rotary vane engine and it's mechanical superiority over a reciprocating piston engine. But the screams just cut through like...
in the still silence of the cold dead cosmos, rose the disembodied scream of a ludicrous possibility; and the mad mad creation of a universe came about... -the big bang theory