The Liminality Nexus is in Flux
Which means that I am unable to mow the lawn. Mysterium Facinas. Maybe I should explain. Once upon a time I took train to Cambridge. That led to a series of things I did which resulted in me getting married, having children, moving, getting divorced, meeting my second wife and going to Scotland.
Ever taken the other road? Ever feel that life's big events turn on the glib, ill-considered trifles?
Storm Clouds are gathering outside and the Liminality Nexus is in Flux.
Swine Flu? Some kid, playing in a Mexico slum didn't wash his hands after fondling a pig. Had it been three minutes earlier his mum would have called him in for tea. Perhaps the pig was feeling particularly sociable that day. And now people are ringing NHS 24 because they feel a bit shit.
All fun and games until somebody immanentises the Eschaton.
Time to open a can of Pils.
Posted by Wrinkled Weasel on Friday, May 01, 2009