06 June, 2005

Panic attack

Earlier this morning I went out to have lunch in the bright, bright sun. While I was toasting my skin and scarfing down my Cajun-style burrito, I had an existential crisis on behalf of the entire universe.

"Jesus fuck!" I suddenly thought. "This whole system is cooked up out of nowhere! Like, the strong nuclear force? Why is that around?" Except it was more sudden than that, more epiphanic and less valley-girl.

Fortunately, in the very next instant I thought, "Whew! Surely there must be some Almighty force, an undifferentiated Purpose, underwriting this all." This allowed me to continue eating my burrito without becoming completely unhinged.

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