Happiness Is...

Got my eyes checked today by Dr. S and his staff, including Amanda and Mary.

Seven years after LASIK surgery, I still have ~20/20 vision, uncorrected.  No signs of eye disease.

Today is a good day.

Thanks to Reliance and Reichert for their product sales to my eye doctor.

I am a happy man, content and proud to be of modest, modern/past heritage and modest means, a suburbanised country boy who fits in with city folk, too.

But is it time to shed my "aw shucks" background and seek something else?

I don't know.

Perennial question.

Success has made me conceited this past week, gloating in my personal reverie of which I can say nothing (except that I can say nothing), secrets burning holes in my pockets and leaving cyberdust trails all over the place, if you know what you're looking for.

How can I show you that which exists without labels if labels are all we have to communicate with?

If only I could tell you what we already know but can't tell ourselves because we took that wrong turn so many moons ago.

...sigh...

Which genetic trait do you have - milk drinker or lactose intolerant?

Can you speak to a group that's 1000 years behind you in social development?

How do you speak to a group that's 1000 years behind you in social development?

Imagine your skin having characteristics of "thin film solar cells" and chlorophyll factories, able to repair itself from damage due to radiation it couldn't use.

Wear your energy production, your "food" processor, your battery, on the outside.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.  Some still want to pursue nuclear power packs and ion drives.

Others are looking for the perpetual motion machine.

But there's something some of you are overlooking.

Instead of a self-contained system, why aren't you taking the lifecycle with you while redefining what you/me/us is?

The successful lives of conjoined twins can teach us a lot about the future, if you're willing to change the definition of autonomy.

Most of us won't.  Those who do will define the future, just as milk drinkers changed civilisation, or so we've been led to believe.

Now, I've got to convince myself that my writing isn't all that.  Some days, I'm as far from humble as a hidden puppet master can get.

Humour, Rick, humour.  That's the only reason you're here.  Everything else - the past, the future, the politics, the sports, the entertainment, the nature - is just fodder to feed the punchline.

Life is full of chameleons and parasites.  Nature is full of mimicry.  What is it that we call life that we won't find somewhere else?

Don't fall for the ruse.  If only I could say more...