I just had the doctors give my butt a facelift. If you've ever had hemorrhoidal surgery, you know that all a person can do about it is make jokes. That, and wait for their butt to stop hurting. If you haven't had the experience, take Captain Kirk's advice and start eating that fibre. Then maybe you won't have to be the butt of the joke.
As the above picture shows, I can't even spend my time looking out the window, at least not this one. It's was about minus twenty out there when I took this and Jack Frost had laid down quite a pattern. Crystals have always fascinated me. They way they grow on a windowpane in the case of frost or in solution within a chemistry lab makes them seem almost alive as they blindly follow the laws of physics. I wonder sometimes if our lives aren't a lot like that: their final shape and configuration already laid down before we're even born.
Free will seems to fly in the face of this but still I wonder. Could there not still be some framework or structure incorporated into our very DNA that determines who we meet and even who we will bond with? The computer dating people seem to think so. They spend a lot of time trying to isolate characteristics in their clients and match them up. Perhaps all they are doing is purifying the solution and adding the seed crystal. The rest is quite literally just chemistry.
I've been lucky in that regard for I found my way despite several wrong turns and wrong ingredients. Eventually I found the right mix and my life took shape. My wife says this is because we are soulmates and were meant to be together. I would never argue with her on that point. I still can't help thinking there's more going on here though.
Then again, if all the poets in the world have yet to explain love, what chance do I have? Explanations can wait. For now I'm simply glad to be living here at this time in this place with her. The solution has been found!
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