I’m a little jazzed up from this morning’s coffee, but even so I have a half-cold. Runny nose and grumpy demeanor. A jewel of a conversation with my Mom on the phone last night helped a great deal (read: sarcasm). Someday I’ll go into it, but not right now. I shouldn’t even be posting, since I’m at work. But I feel rebelious. I’m acting out.

Maybe what us humans see as logic and rationality are nothing more than attempts to make sense of life. Maybe those concepts have nothing to do with reality. There’s a line of philosophy which says, “Only I exist; everything else is just a figment of my imagination.”

David Byrne wrote about this stuff on his blog recently. The illusion of the “self.”