Remember, my goal is not to make myself popular, my goal is to feed a storyline about ways the characters in this blog figured out how to save our species from itself, which may include our species in the future and the people in our time here together now or it may not.

Every story has to have a mystery to unveil and that is what these series of blog entries are doing, peeling back the layers of an onion to find out what really gives it that unique pungent odour.

Smells, like looks, are beauty to the eyes of the beholder.

Smells are also just the interaction of sets of states of energy and that, my readers, is what this story is really all about.

I am childless and don’t have to live with you through my offspring and my offspring’s offspring after I’m dead and gone.

You do, and the difference is insurmountable.

The only way I can understand what people who reproduce feel about living together in the future is to sit here and imagine a future where I look back at you from 1000 years later and see where your actions branched out into infinite sets of possibilities, only one set from which I’ve chosen to look back at you, ignoring the moral and ethical implications of the decisions you made along the way to survive in the moments you lived together for good or bad, throwing in humorous observations about current events to overcome my boredom of being stuck in the set of states of energy of one species while feeding my innate selfish social needs/wants as a set of states of energy of one species.

The paradise of paradoxes.  Rinse and repeat.