it may be that i lack an audience (or truly close really-know-me friends) because i enjoy irreverence (and word play leading to repetitive redundancy and parenthetic distraction) so much that i may appear to present as a pretentious obscurantist... or at least an obscure rantist... or a rambling fool, perhaps... i mean, as opposed to god-like, i suppose... perhaps i am just misunderstood... but i do wander into wonder a lot more than i sit still and a moving target is always more challenging to know than a stationary one... i mean, beyond pretending to know, if you know what i mean... and i can easily be distracted by almost anything, even squirrels... hey, nobody's perfect, no matter who sings the song... and then of course (of course?) there are those profoundly meaningless questions that come to mind like why are brits afraid to smile... of course meaninglessness, like pretentious obscurantism, is in the mind of the beholder... so what does your mind behold?... everything is always a matter of perspective and opinion, after all... except what we know for sure, that is... but don't mind me, i am still looking for empirical evidence of my own existence...
