In which I celebrate the luck I’ve had when I made the universe offer me things. Or something.
In which I look back at not looking forward to looking back more often, and hope I can look forward to looking back and look back at a forward that doesn’t even exist.
In which I try to assemble together a pattern of patterns, but the overall tapestry eludes me — for now.
In which I reflect on the impact of Star Trek to me, having just finished watching Discovery.
In which I recognize that I will need to make sure past-me is much smarter, because future-me is going to be dumb.