Tuesday, September 21, 2004

If there's nothing of substance in the world, if the ground we walk on is just a mirage, if reality itself really isn't, what are we left with, what do we hang our hat on? Magic: the stuff not ruled by rational law. Now that might not seem too comforting, but stay with me here. What's the height of the irrational, the zip code of the mysterious? Exactly.

From the KBHR Meditations of Chris Stevnes.
I loved Northern Exposure - until it got stupid.
And Chris was my favorite Cicley person. (Hint to anyone Christmas shoping for me - Seasons 1 & 2 are out on DVD!)