On an Otherwise Ordinary Day,

you are minding your own business when suddenly you are the one person a day on the planet for whom the universe folds, or wrinkles, or aligns up its dark matter and in that instant before normality reasseerts itself you choose to step through or you choose to stay. Perhaps counterintuitively, I think that the happier your life has been the more likely you are to disappear, as they say, without a trace.

I actually have this thought fairly often, but watching once again Werner Herzog's superb documentary on Antarctica, Encounters at the End of the World, and the wonder that he brings to the continent and what lies within it and beyond it, only redoubled the thought. And now back to an ordinary Saturday....