Great weather outside. Brilliant wind. Makes me think a lot of things though.

For one thing, makes me feel so incredibly insignificant. The wind can knock down gigantic old trees. What makes me think I'm so great because someone built a brick house around me. If it wants, the wind can "Huff and Puff and Blow My House Down." What will this little piggy do then?

Next thought, how do crows manage to fly in this wind? Just saw one almost crash into a pole but he managed to avoid killing himself. Must be a perpetual struggle. Wish I had so much guts in me. I don't!

Sometimes things like this make me realize just how powerless I really am. Here I am telling myself and others just how "in control" of my life I am. Bloody control freak! The next minute the Big Guy shows me how little I mean in "The Grand Scope of Thing".

Read a biography of Paul Erdos a while back. Great book. "The Man Who Only Loved Numbers" by Paul Hoffman. Erdos (read air-dish) used to refer to God as the SF, The Supreme Fascist. Appropriate. Very, very appropriate. Another interesting fact: Erdos had this engraved on his tombstone, "Finally I grow stupider no more." How many of us can relate to that one?! I know I can!

Laterzzz.