Today, I think I should find a subject or industry, surround myself with the “facts” about it (i.e., hypnotise myself into believing the universe revolves around it), and share with you its future.

But I can’t or won’t.

Some soft, fuzzy substance blocks my path, instead.

I assume it’s my pillow.

Naptime!

Carry on the conversation without me while I dream about the future of your life which you will read about in tomorrow’s news, as usual.

Perhaps it’s time to show all the jokes we played making Kurzweil believe he had predicted the future.

Hypnotising futurists is one of the best games the Committee likes to play.

Repetition is repetition. Plane and cymbal.

Time for thoughts unencumbered by current stimuli.

The center of the Milky Way is a bar? Moloko, please, comrade, with a splash of vodka! These astronomer “bottle cap” analogies are hard to swallow…zzzzz…