In today's news, radiation from a blackhole impact nearby galaxy, read all about it.

Elusive, large, beautiful and real. A simple happiness pervades me in the vindication that I really am nothing and all my mistakes and failures are such a blip on the magnificence of the universe.

Predictably all this brings me back fondly to star trek. I don't think ever we'll ever be able to travel as the monarchs of the stars. The three year old iside me is lying face down in the carpet, kicking and sobbing and screaming why not. It was such a beautiful utopic series. Will we ever get there? A place where we will look back sadly at the ravages of the past? Or are we doomed to go on as we always have? The realist in me says the latter, but we must always act like we are free of fates, genetic predisposition, forces of nature. How else will we live full lives, be real people and not puppets of someone else's making?

I lovvvve Captain Picard. He always had something to say in every episode which sent chills down my spine. There was always something. It was the best. One day I am spending the mney and getting all the seasons. Vagabond I am, wanderer I am, but I must be able to draw on what I love.

My mood is up, stupidly enough. It does me no good because I also know the dire reality. Visibly, it marks me out as a happy person but they dont see the sinking feeling in my stomach. Damn right, you don't.