My grandfather was a coal miner - and to put food on the table during the Great Depression he would often "borrow" explosives to go "fishing". But don't worry, his widowed mother - a moonshiner - approved!

Forget the vast distances involved. Or the velocities required to conquer them. There is only one species in the Universe interested in observing our primordial follies. Or experimenting on us.

I struggle for sleep. To end my anniversary. Of not living inside someone else. What is alone? I work to understand others. Their thoughts. Motivations. Actions. To see each as unique. But nobody has ever tried to understand me.

Bubbles, bubbles everywhere but not a pop to breathe?

Ahh, what did I learn during my semester in Opera class? Apparently. Not much? Hmm. Oops. Wait!!! I do know that "recitative" would have been more appropriate than "aria"!!! Oh, well. It just didn't have the same ring to it. I call "artistic license".

Recent studies have demonstrated that a high probability of consciousness exists in a wide range of life on Earth. Including insects, fish and crustaceans. Just imagine if they ever learn to communicate across species. THIS boat – from "Jaws" of course – was named the "Orca". Serendipity says what?

Life is ... absurd. From nothing – through everything – to nothing. At least on this plane of existence. And before or after? 'Tis the great mystery. My advice? Whilst a guest of this corporeal realm – set your focus INSIDE the "fish bowl" resting on your shoulders. Because THAT ... is reality.