I sent this earlier to wasoxygen and the advice he gave me was to post it as soon as the pubski opened.

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Weird hubski dream this morning. We had agreed to have a big party at my house. I’m forgetting many of the wild details, but at one point in the dream, I was having a long talk with mk’s mom telling her what a genius her son was.

All night thinking about our puny race on this spinning sphere on the edge of a galaxy and feeling vaguely convinced that all previous conscious civilizations had got to a stage of civilization and then accidentally blew themselves up or blew their planet up through war and foolishness.

And thinking, given the miracle of being a conscious monkey in clothes, is there any time to waste – doing puzzles or on-line games, for example.

What is worth doing? And thinking the only thing worth doing is finding life out in the cosmos – because that is the only way foolish religions (i.e. all religions) will drop their notions of god and start to work together.

But that would take thoughtfulness and reflection and more thoughtfulness.

So now it’s morning. The pubski isn’t open yet, my eyes hurt, and there’s work to do (I mean in my puny life, not in the cosmos).

Any advice?

(Do I sound like a teenager? Ha ha)

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OK, I'm off to make a Jean-Paul Sartre omelette out of a cigarette, some coffee, and four tiny stones.