[Note: We are at the eve of Lent.
And in these pages,
politics mathematics and movie-musings
must needs recede
in favor of meditations
upon first and final things.]
In this place, we celebrate -- nay, glorify -- our buddies the bugs:
And in this place, Murphy (more mystical than we) manages even to praise those less-than-animals, less-than-orchids: the weeds:
For we are each -- dandelion, ladybug, or algebraic geometer -- one rung on the ladder, that leads (through rising ranks of angels) that ascends (past our understanding)…. to Him.
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