Sometimes I get ridiculous - I'll eat up all your crackers and your licorice.

There is no cohesive thread to this post, at least not in any discernable, Newtonian physics sort of way.  The interconnectedness of the following events can only be described in terms of quantum improbability and possibly the bootstrap theory.

As I walked to my taxi this morning, I noticed a large dent in the side.  As I surveyed the damage I thought, "Wow, I wonder who did this." And then, as if the Universe was answering me directly, I noticed that someone had scratched "Chris did this." into the paint in the dent.

Jacquelyn and I bought bicycles yesterday.  Jacquelyn got a 2007 Diamondback Kalamar and I got the 2007 Trek Navigator 2.0 (but instead of silver/grey, mine is wineberry/black.)  They were on sale for something close to 40ish% off so we got the ubermegasuper dealio of the year.  This is our secret plan to be more active and healthier.  It helps that Madison is practically the most bike-friendly city in the Universe.  There's a brazillion miles of bike paths all through and around the city.  I rode my bike to work today, which I just discovered is about five miles each way.  The odd part is that it only takes me about 45 minutes, which is only about five minutes longer than my usual bus ride.  Riding after so many years is exactly what they say - you never forget how.  My ass hurts though, I'll tell you that.

I'm reading this excellent book by Bill Bryson called A Short History of Nearly Everything.  It's just about what it claims, though tends to stick to the sciences, explaining a lot of natural phenomenon that we take for granted but don't really understand.  I'm starting to think this should be read along side Ken Wilber's A Brief History of Everything.  Here's an excellent bit about quantum physics and as we all know, it's like reading metaphysics.

Inevitably each time we manage to unlock a box, we find there is another locked box inside.  At what point we reach the irreducible bottom is not easy to say.  Carl Sagan in Cosmos raised the possibility that if you traveled downward into an electron, you might find that it contained a universe of its own, recalling all those science fiction stories of the fifties.  "Within it, organized into the local equivalent of galaxies and smaller structures, are an immense number of other, much tinier elementary particles, which are themselves universes at the nest level and so on forever - an infinite downward regression, universes within universes, endlessly.  And upward as well."

Compare this to the last entry I wrote in the second volume of my esoteric journal:

The answer to life, the universe and everything might as well be 42.  The search for the answer is a neverending quest to discover and undiscoverable secret.  There is no end to the veils beyond which the secret is hidden.  The secret always lies beyond.  There is no end goal, no complete individuation.  There is no center of an onion, only endless layers.  Initiation never ends.  It is a constant, vigilant march inward, an endless expedition to bring the light of consciousness deeper and deeper in to the darkest depths of existence, whatever that may be.  There very well may be no great secret to our ever persistent question, no great answer at the end of our quest.  It has been, and always will be, the journey and not the destination.

Ah, science, finally catching up to spirituality.  I wrote that just shy of three years ago.  That's a bit depressing if you think about it too much.  We just keep hoping for the mirage over the next dune.

I think we're going to take another ride up the street for some Chinese food.  The End.