Strange how the night before a full moon can bring out the insomniac in you. Why is this? Does science know? Or care? Has it even noticed? One day, (well I think it's come already) I will give up entirely on concerning myself with the mindset of the mainstream. I am largely unaffected by it until such time as it impinges upon my freedom, or some bureaucratic twat starts banging on to me about reality, which hasn't happened either, I seem to have made myself immune.
I felt a bit sorry for Stephen Fry on QI the other night when I heard him denouncing astrology, spiritualism and all manner of 'hocus' as bunkum. Poor terrified bastard I thought. I admire his elephantine memory, his love of language and his way with words. But his derision of astrology, spiritualism et al as bunkum, served only to illuminate a background state of mortal fear about the things he can and will not 'see'. Poor bastard. A good person, an intelligent person, a person who has suffered a great deal. I hope he has some sort of gentle and gradual epiphany. I hope he finds some solace somewhere.
