I guess it goes along with my love of imagination, as well as my love of space. With imagination, the possibilities are literally endless, you can't count them, you can't possibly know them all. Same with the stars. You can't possibly count them, you can't possibly know them all. That is so captivating, and so much fun to think about. No wonder I love the paranormal, too.
I think we are all like 5 year olds, constantly asking why, why, why. We do research, we build machinery, we create theories, but when it comes down to it, the answer always ends up 'because God made it that way', in other words, 'I have no clue'. You can answer a simple question of why do we have brains with a break down of neurons and synapses, but if you keep asking why, eventually the answers run out. Always. So the best we can do is marvel at the vast minutia (I love this word!) of the world, and be grateful to be a part of it.
**To follow up on last night's post, the art show today was just as expected- lame. But at least I got to sit and chat with friends and family, and it got me back in the art show frame of mind.

I think the blurriness of this photo of our antique TV says it all. TV blurs reality, to say the least. But movies to me are an art form that increases evaluation of reality. (At least the good ones!)

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