Thoughts, Feb. 15

Last winter a neighbor's goofy dad was visiting and tried to engage me in a debate over whether or not there was a multiplicity of infinities or not. I declined the invitation, of course, since I was only walking the dog and throwing the frisbee, but took some time to reflect on the matter. It seems faro;y clear that the idea of one infinity violates the whole concept of infinity, as, if there is one infinity, then there are an infinite number of each of these raised to an infinite power every single time forever including even tomorrow morning and yes I would like some eggs!

But on the other hand, some things are less elusive than Infinity. Reality, for example, completely circumscribes Denial. There is a boundary.

My sister-in-law and family will be moving into the house I grew up in, and she has been going through a lot of stuff that I left there, kindly offering to send treasured boyhood possessions.  We were talking on the phone yesterday as she was in my old room and said, "There's a whiskey box here and I don't know what's in it, but it's marked, 'Jim Preston's hair'".  It was of course James' hair that I bought at Reality Auction.  I hope you don't mind James, but I told her she could let it go.