So you notice that patterns do seem to emerge. You are looking for some signs of intelligence, from the other side of the cloudy horizon. You stare into the woodwork, and shapes emerge. Staring into the fabric of the curtains. The doors of perception. Now that our psyche is pounded, bombarded with all these images, where can you say they are coming from. You can't say it is anything external. Hallucinations, are not external, so why should anything else be. A question of physics I guess, and certainly beyond me, I'm just talking to myself.

But the thought that you try to see some external intelligence, that is designing reality, and yes, I am external to this, and designing a web site. The universe was created by more than one mind. Universe, a singular expression of all and everything, is comprised of an incomprehensible multitude of intelligences. I find a pantheon much more believable in this respect.

I think about Oppenheimer quoting the Bhagavad Gita... I ave become death the destroyer of worlds. I forgot the first part, something about a million suns, or a lot of suns at least.

What good is wisdom, when you have the bomb? Keep in mind these are the thoughts of a living man, moments before sleep.