I hope you have as many lovably crazy folks around you as you need.

The newsmen finally accepted their role as microphones.

Who is trying too hard to convince herself?

How do you know who you are?

In honour of the lunar eclipse.

Was it your liberation or your annihilation?

Only a politician could say, with complete earnestness, that he or she agrees with and generally supports the very people he or she has just dispatched armed riot police to attack and disperse by surprise in the middle of the night. Apparently the Occupy Wall Street bases were attempting to provide food and shelter, as well as libraries and involvement, to poor people who showed up. I guess it’s safer and more convenient to warehouse the poor far away from the discussion.

That there is a message at all is enough. Just consider how we are, our ears turned to each other, to the march of history, to the genome, to the edges of mathematics, to music and the arts, to the very echo of the cosmos, for a message. Any.

We think the message is revealed to us, but it is the opposite, we are revealed before the message. The symbols I have been straining over, have laid me bare.

And as for the message humanity hopes for, whether or not there is any divine author to go with it, we can be sure the gods we have imagined are apparitions of a collective mind, inventions. It is madness to think the God we contemplate could be confined within our contemplation–we cannot even visualize a four-dimensional solid or an imaginary number. Even in the ancient stories, it is said the glimpse of Him would make one blind. And still we are naked before this drawing of ours, this As-If-It-Were-God, literally and emotionally, as revealed as in a painting or a song.

So how frightened are we, and what exactly of, that the moment we turn from the work of art or from the notion of the divine, to face each other, we immediately conceal and repress ourselves?

I hope I never do manage to decipher this message I found, waiting in this bottle someone once left it in. There is no limitlessness without mystery.

How do to keep yourself out of trouble?

Infatuation and wine are a fabulous mix, if my memory serves me.