The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land. —T.H. Huxley, 1887
A coworker lent me his worn and well-loved copy of Carl Sagan’s Cosmos today. We are bonding over nerdiness, which is clearly the best basis for any and all bonding.
Other news: I am now single. I may be moving on April 30. Mandy is coming to see me in mid-May. The sunshine outside is helping my mood considerably. Everything—everything—is going to be OK.