Life is like a great funnel. The focal point being death. Solar system flim flam.We arrive gasping and resemble little sages with furrowed skin and tight screams. We will NEVER understand what the "out there" is before we learn the "in here" of self. One can never successefuly translate the language of universal truth without a biased filter through which to perceive it. If the human mind or the universe become any more strange, then may we find refuge in death. Complexity exceeds thought. Time exceeds life.
