I remember when we fondly thought evolution meant survival of the fittest, viewed it as a benign process even, despite the claw and tooth.  But yes, it's not like that is it and what we have is mountain ranges of reality-bending bullshit.  It makes me sad.

so there we are, no corona cases in the area but sort of socially distancing around the kitchen counter, eating bowls of rice and veg, one gay, one intersex and one straight and the question is what do you think it's going to be like when you die.

It isn't long before I am protesting that our reality maps might be subjective but there is such a thing as reality.  I mean pinch yourself.  And I get assaulted by a duet of resonance and energy theories.  They flew so fast and mighty that I could not speak, only look on in open-mouthed wonder.

okay okay so I rallied.  yes of course, I say, reality is changing and being shaped all the time but just because it isn't set in stone doesn't mean it isn't still as real as ever.

But no, there's no room for that idea - we're not bodies any more, we're forms.  Energetic forms that change if we grow.  omg.  There was a moment there where I was skittled, by their certainty, by the energy theories themselves, and bowling along with them.  oh right...  yes I can see that...