There I was, in the back garden at 6:40am, when the first Chiffchaff of the year started singing high up in the trees. Excellent. Wizard. That sort of thing. It overlaps neatly with the still-with-us Blackcaps ..... there's still two females and a male that have been knocking around all winter. Then I went in and had breakfast, and finished off the last couple of pages of The Last Three Minutes, a jolly account of how the universe will end up. Here's the final paragraph ... "If there is a purpose to the universe, and it achieves that purpose, then the universe must end, for its continued existence would be gratuitous and pointless. Conversely, if the universe endures forever, it is hard to imagine that there is any ultimate purpose to the universe at all. So cosmic death may be the price that has to be paid for cosmic success. Perhaps the most that we can hope for is that the purpose of the universe becomes known to our descendants before the end of the last three minutes." But obviously the Universe has no "thoughts" or "opinions" or "purpose" at all. It has no concept of any " price to be paid" either. The whole final paragraph is a ridiculous load of old codswallop. So that's all sorted and we've nowt to worry about. A bit later I went out for a stroll and was very pleased to spot 2 circling Buzzards, and another Chiffchaff. Then me and The Significant Otter strolled along the estuary and had an ice cream ( Hufen iâ in your actual Welsh.) And then we came home, and I wrote all that ... Simple Stuff. And here's Echo and the Bunnymen doing "Simple Stuff" ... I couldn't find a live version of it ... I was a bit irked .. here we go .... We sat all night around a table Trying to string three words together Time has come And by the way, mine’s a double By the way, mine’s a double Lucky for some We don’t understand Everything we hear We just pick out the simple stuff Simple stuff We don’t need all those complications We’re tough stuff And we’ve got no intentions We sat all night around a table Trying to string three words together Time has come And by the way, mine’s a double By the way, mine’s a double Lucky for some We don’t understand Everything we hear We just pick out the simple stuff Simple stuff We don’t need all those complications We’re tough stuff And we’ve got no intentions
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