the cursor is taunting me, clearly.  write something lyrical it says, or be profound, come on, what's taking you so long?  it's partly sunny out today, but mainly cloudy.  do we want more sun, is that implied in the phrase 'partly cloudy'?  or is it a grim and prosaic reminder of the random nature of weather?

'partly matter' we might call the weather of this vast universe.  physicists tell us even space itself is full of energy - photons, magnetic and other energy fields - just bristling with it, a veritable soup, savory and thick.  and that there is probably as much dark matter as there is the usual kind.  then again, matter itself, that which has mass, we are told is nearly as empty as space.  pounding, pulsing, bouncing, flowing, melting forces of energy.  a grand illusion of substance - but oh, what a wondrous illusion!

this morning i was listening to a jessye norman cd.  after our recent moves, i had gotten rid of probably three quarters of our cd collection, and i don't know how it came to be, but that cd followed me here.  i had never played it through, i didn't even know how we came to possess it - a gift perhaps.  the cd title, amazing grace.  african-american, jessye's operatic soprano is rich, but not necessarily my cup of tea.  how did i end up with it in my radically down-sized cd collection?  

what dark matter, strong force, cosmic connection brought me to a time where i am now dating a lovely african-american woman soprano, who very much likes jessye norman?

i've got sunshine...