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December, 2000 Hello. Life is a many splintered thing. And my life lately has been especially so. There has been a lot going on for me recently in general but then when I do find things settling down for brief interludes I have learned that I am a terrific mismanager of time. Meaning, I am aware that there are a dozen or more of you out there who have been trying to gauge your important quarterly activities upon the punctual publication of Eye Caramba and I regret the inconvenience I may have caused any of you. But from here on, you are going to have to stop foisting your own responsibilities upon others and tighten those belts a bit as it is high time that you figure out a new time management system for yourselves. Perhaps, you could triangulate your schedule by using your weekly milk consumption and the corresponding dairy expiration dates and thusly construct a gastro-intestinal sextant with which to sail these choppy seas of temporal navigation (...those of you who are lactose intolerant may write to me for a personal consultation). For my part, I shall not continue to bore you with predictable remorse within each of these editorial diatribes and from this day forward the traditional apology will be presumptive and unstated. And the new issues will come out whenever they please. The upside to this erratic system will be that a longer delay, on occasion, will actually increase the number of submissions and improve the content as well. Now, with that out of the way, I will try to regain some ground with some fancy writing like that of the smart folks. I have recently read that within our bodies, at the molecular level,the distance between an electron and its corresponding neutron and protons is comparable, proportionally, to the distance between the earth and the sun. When carried a step further, this indicates that each molecule contains far more space than actual matter. So, in all of our respective billions of molecules which comprise our uniquely material beings, there is mostly space. I am stunned really. And though little else has changed, the implications for me at least are astounding. Now that I am aware of all this readily available space, I have made a tough decision. I will rent mine. But this is actually beside the point I am hoping to make. With so much space within our very being, so little to hang our hats on as it were, then how is it that our respective sentient selves have elected to render the visual electric presence of others as wholly corporal beings. When we are really kind of permeable and creepy like ghosts or something? Well? Just wondering...
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