hurricanes and...I can't quite remember the quote I'm looking for

which may explain why, at a moment of unparalleled national bizarrerie, I woke as usual at a ridiculous hour composing an even more ridiculous meditation apropos of very little indeed. (It does turn out to be vaguely appropriate for a memorial to my mentor Robert Detweiler, of whose death I learned only a few minutes ago.)

This is a cosmic convolution on recollecting into which I wish I had never convoluted myself, but you have been forewarned, so anyone who wishes to abandon hope or enjoy the pleasure of ridiculing me can go right ahead and click: ( 8sideways )