Some spam lobber calling himself “Dino” got me with an email subject-lined “please be discreet.” How could I not open it? Here’s what I found inside:
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from eariler today, as I ate my sandwich at the kosher deli on Lakeshore: a guy in a colorful yarmulke behind the counter, whistling along to “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy” on the radio.
But they seem to be on to something:
What guarantee is there that the five senses, taken together, do cover the whole of possible experience? They cover simply our actual experience, our human knowledge of facts or events. There are gaps between the fingers; there are gaps between the senses. In these gaps is the darkness which hides the connection between things…. This darkness is the source of our vague fears and anxieties, but also the home of the gods. They alone see the connections, the total relevance of everything that happens; that which now comes to us in bits and pieces, the “accidents” which exist only in our heads, in our limited perceptions.
—Idris Parry, “Kafka, Rilke, and Rumplestiltskin”
The universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.
Many would happily move to somewhere rather smaller of their own devising, and this is what most beings in fact do.
—The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
