These modern ponderin' times? They have a certain Elijah-ness feelin' to them. Or maybe more a superstar aesthetic – if you will. And don't ya get me wrong. "Sign, sign, everywhere a sign; blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind ... thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me. I'm alive and doin' fine."

During the meanderings of my wanderbout consciousness on this rotating rock – I developed a "being person" spam filter. But? There are ways around it. Obviously. Omnipotence and all that. Intruding upon my celestial meditation under an Aurora with an "Amber Alert" ... was a new one.