Between the devil and the deep blue sea

Random thoughts. Cosmically trying to make sense of things that stubbornly refuse to be made the slightest bit of sense of. So stubborn, in fact, that the very attempt to allude any type of sensibility to their more decipherable bits of behavior causes them to immediately get up and go to their room, slamming the door behind them and announcing that unless I particularly enjoy late night reruns of MASH I shouldn’t wait up. Typical adolescent conduct but a little bit surprising coming from a 14 billion year old universe.