The twenty-first year of my struggle against entropy went by. Swoosh. Tempus fugit. Ars longae, vita brevis. Memento mori.
How’s life? Homeostasis, check. Organization, check—at least organically. Metabolism, sure. Growth, done. Adaptation, check—still possible. Response to stimuli, ‘course. Reproduction, rather not.
Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars.
when asked t’ define yourself exactly, say you are an exact mathematician.
On related news, congratulations to Madonna and Debian.
NP: Ernest Phipps & His Holiness Singers—Shine On Me