I have been drawn away from this virtual page by the demands of life, wherein real people with genuine travails demand my attention and compassion, which is all well and fine, because that is after all what distinguishes this pixellated realm from the infinite resolution of reality.
Someday, we'll be able to buy displays with a dot pitch that is smaller than the diameters of the individual rod and cone cells in our retinas. But not yet. Likewise, we'll be able to indulge in pharmaceuticals that give us the Big Big God Sense but can be instantly counteracted when necessary, to facilitate real-world functioning. But not yet.
And, someday, we'll find a cure for the cannibalism that grips our armed forces. But not yet.
Lord almighty, it's late, and my package o' neurons is light and fluffy like meringue, yet almost entirely unencumbered by bossa nova rhythms. If you can find the punny in there, you are almost as tired and brilliant as I! And I would take my hat off to you, were I wearing one.
And so to bed.
