Flabbergasted? Thoughts caustic like battery acid with a proclivity towards iconoclastic practices using the cosmos’ masses as explanation for our fleeting flashes of enlightened matter-of-factness, not satisifed with what passes, that intellectually flaccid maddeningly vapid human-centric catastrophe of explaining away our inevitable nothingness by being religiously obsequious, the symbolic apparatus signals knowledge far past us yet it’s insidious in its paradoxus, we breathe and we beat but still struggle from its lack of propulsive pulses to spiritually nourish us, is faith fate? is fate faith? As laurels rust I’m becoming flushed, is my constitution robust enough to survive getting crushed by a ten ton explanation of why the wind gusts by a flat-earth science buff?