I’m standing in my backyard, attempting to reflect in the cozy darkness about life, the universe and everything, while cicadas are screeching, frogs and/or toads are croaking like loony toons mid-torture, and I’m mouthing to some higher power see, LOOK, the world’s thrust into chaos and nature goddamn agrees, blah blah blah over-caffeinated gibberish.

And nature does agree. Humans, required as we are to watch UFO documentaries in solitude and not fly to tropical destinations in which we are not welcome, are assing things up way less lately. The world continues to turn, far healthier and happier with our diminished footprint.

My utter, blissful insignificance fills me with welcome serenity, and I return to making bleep-bloop noises.