Things that had to be done

I am posting. I do this often but this time it is solely to move Garrett's post further down the window so I don't have to look at it anymore. Just the sheer amount of words hurt my brain, all of our brains, our collective brain. The universe of academia is like the guy who works at home all day in his sweat pants (me today) just furiously beating off over and over (uhhh) again. The self pleasure is only matched by the potent solitude of the discoveries. Hours are slaved over papers and projects that will see at most 5 sets of eyes and yet education is the best hope for the world? Am I missing something here? I have seen some scary roosters, big red gobbles and claws going out of the back of the leg, there for no other purpose than to destroy things and I have stared them in the eye, both of us blinking at each other and felt nothing but as Werner Herzog would say, "the cold indifference of nature" what is it to me? Something. :Mission Accomplished, double O Seven O Canada Winter Olympics Michael Phelps Bong Rips Legalize it Peter Tosh