While People Brood, Time Skips Ahead Without

Some Make Light Of Decisions, Arguing That All Possible Decisions Will Occur. In Such A World, How Could One Be Responsible For His Actions? Others Hold That Each Decision Must Be Considered And Committed To, That Without Commitment There Is Chaos. Such People Are Content To Live In Contradictory Worlds, So Long As They Know The Reason For Each.

Every Reader Gets Something Different From A Book And Every Reader, In A Sense, Completes It In A Different Way.

In This World, Artists Are Joyous. Unpredictability Is The Life Of Their Paintings, Their Music, Their Novels. They Delight In Events Not Forecasted, Happenings Without Explanation, Retrospective.

In This Acausal World, Scientists Are Helpless. Their Predictions Become Postdictions- Their Equations Become Justifications, Their Logic, Illogic. Scientists Turn Reckless And Mutter Like Gamblers Who Cannot Stop Betting. Scientists Are Buffoons, Not Because They Are Rational But Because The Cosmos Is Irrational. Or Perhaps It Is Not Because The Cosmos Is Irrational But Because They Are Rational. Who Can Say Which, In An Acausal World?

I Have A Number Of Vague Ideas Where I Just Have The Core Or Kernel Of The Idea. I Feel Like I Need Some Time For My Mind To Fill Up Again. I Feel Empty. Right Now.