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The main focus of my random intellectual musing for the past month or two has been on this idea of an evolutionary universe and as Pere Teilhard de Chardin calls it "the phenomenon of man". The more I think about it, the more troubled I become by this idea of evolution being structured around this idea of "survival of the fittest", that changes in species arise and are sustained solely because they are beneficial to that species continued existence. It seems science would have us believe that the material world behaves according to strict principles of economy, that is that the universe is not wasteful. Indeed that idea is rather implied in

Beginnings are often disappointing and boring affairs so I won't bother you with one. Perhaps you can catch up as we go along. My recountings are sporadic, but not inconsiderate. She commented once to me the strangeness of my wearing sandals even in the dawning days of November. We had just climbed a tree, an activity we sometimes pursued in our off hours and I was effortless slipping them on my feet as she jerked about her shoe laces. I do not remember what I said to her then exactly, some inanity or another as I am prone to often babble when in the presence of a lady. Something to do with summer running through my veins. But she said to

When I was a child I sat out amongst the trees and waited with the birds for fall to begin. First the leaves were painted new colors, shades shifting up to soft yellows and reds, and then on some silent cue one amongst them would make the bold leap to the ground. Back then I thought the birds were painters. The wind plays rough and branches shake. It'll come soon, but for now everything is anticipation. Brave is the first leaf to fall. It shouts to the others as it wraps tight its autumn cloak of gold and red, 'I'll go ahead and see what's below.' The ground rushes up to that leaf, there's no falling yet, and says 'I have waited long seaso

Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing. Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination. I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said "Do you remember dying?" and I said "First I'd like to remember liv