Mister Scribbles

     A very lovely tigress stopped me in Hobby Lobby and admired my belt, while I was admiring her.  A vision.  She was very beautiful.  I gave her a thing off the belt, and she seemed to like it.  I have not talked to such a dreamboat in years.      Oh God I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on thy heart.

     I read this in something by someone smart, probably Isaac Asimov or one of the other usual suspects.  A "friend" challenged me on the mechanics of gravity, like I had any idea of what I was talking about, and pointed out that there were things afoot at the quantum level.  Whoa!  Game, set and match right there.      There is no spoon.

     Here we see the very heart of the beast.  If nothing happened, then why should I go to this site? An excellent question, one worthy of a well reasoned and thoughtful response.      We are alone in a frightful place of pain, desolation and sorrow.