It's like looking for a needle that no one ever lost in a haystack that never was — - Charles Fort

Sometimes I am a collector of data, and only a collector, and am likely to be gross and miserly, piling up notes, pleased with merely numerically adding to my stores. Other times I have joys, when unexpectedly coming upon an outrageous story that may not be altogether a lie, or upon a macabre little thing that may make some reviewer of my more or less good works mad. But always there is present a feeling of unexplained relations of events that I note, and it is this far-away, haunting, or often taunting, awareness, or suspicion, that keeps me piling on.

I think we're all bugs and mice, and are only different expressions of an all-inclusive cheese.

If there is a true universal mind, must it be sane?