This is Mr Lincoln Augustus, first second cousin of Holymagiman.
We are up in the mountains above Leh, and the air is cold and biting. But we are very high up, ans so we can see the stars. And the constellations are ever so close, since we are so high up.
And so we sit here, smoking the smoke of the excellent Numba One and sipping the Lapsang tea and talking about this and that.
And perhaps because the Jamaica Numba one makes the perceptions so very clear, we are able to see the shooting stars in the black nght sky, whizzing in the air and clattering into the constellation Orion.
For as the story of the Ancients goes, Orion is the Hunter who shot down the pretty yellow duckies that all got lined up one by one in the roundabout of life by the hopes of the hopeful, and we have read somewhere that in Outer Space, every space munchie monster eventually needs to find a nice plot of ground where it could set up a home and start breeding all over again.
Apparently,"there are also supersonic "bullets" of gas piercing the dense hydrogen clouds of the Orion Nebula", according to Wikipedia, so perhaps someday somebody will find some life in Orion in the midst of all this gaseous miasma.
Anyway, we thought we would just regale all you good folks with a little bit of irrelevant cosmic nonsense from up here, so that you could maybe appreciate that are many things happening in the dartboard of life that you may not waste time thinking about.
Blessing of the Lord
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