It has been said that, amongst other things, I’m a thinker. By which I mean, I think (quite a lot, really) about my, and our, place in the scheme of things. An existentialist, in other words. So I thought I’d share this with you before I get myself pumping a bit of iron, jump in the shower and go into the office to actually do what I’m paid to do. It seemed to sum things up nicely when I read it a while ago.
"When we contemplate the unimaginable vastness of the universe, the incredible diversity and complexity of life on Earth, the sheer tenacity of life to survive, the wonderful beauty of nature, we are filled with a sense of amazement. 13,000,000,000 years or so in the making, and here we are, wondering why.
In this unbelievable universe, with its 100 billion galaxies, each containing 100's of billions of stars, we inhabit a small world circling one ordinary star. One star amongst 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.
And we wonder why."
You’ll have to forgive me for this… call it self-indulgence. I’ll get back to the more usual themes of sex/love/lack of sex and love/bikes shortly.