Body Worlds and such

Holy wow. If you're in Chicago, drive don't run to the Museum of Science and Industry to see BODY WORLDS (yes, they're real). If you're not in Chicago, get here. The weather is perfect... and words cannot express how fascinating this exhibit is. I had a nice lunch today (I know it's called brunch, but you know how I feel about such). What does one do given only one lifetime? Nothing lasts. Meaning is wholly subjective. Now is all we have. To be woven together from nonentity, and given consciousness (HELLO)... only to be snuffed back out--in a cosmological nanosecond? Bittersweet. It's all so bittersweet.

I wish I was a writer, so I could articulate my thoughts, but compared to Mencken I will always be a dreadful writer--I can hardly stand chewing my own sentences after inhaling the Sage. I can, however, articulate the root of my awe: the magnitude of the existence--of anything. The gravity of the fact there's something, rather than nothing. What the fuck!? Therein lies God(?) All else is bullshit and poltroonery.