September 20th, 2009
7:34 AM: Good morning. If Ben Griffith and I were going to write a book together I would want it to be about the synergy of science and religion, and how all scientific research is self referential and meaningless, and how religion is just as backwards, and how they're both meaningful, and about about art, and paradoxes, and the human spirit and behavior. It would be called A Portal Into Nowhere; Everything That Make Sense About What Doesn't.
I can't see straight and I'm going back to sleep.
Now I'm sure you're privy to this and I'm the one who's been in the dark, but just so I can get it out there...you can't just walk in Whole Foods and start buying up everything they've got assuming it's organic. It's not. As a matter of fact upon my very unscientific examination of the produce at the whole foods on Columbus Ave, I found that only about 35% of the fruit is Organic. They have them all marked, you see. Organic is specified and all the rest of is is marked “Conventional”. Apparently poison is conventional. I was for a second miffed at the percentages, but once I was able to remove Whole Foods from the pedestal, I saw the sense in the whole thing. Whole Foods is not so much an oasis as a it is a microcosm of the rest of the world. Everything is constant. No matter where you are in the universe the same laws apply. No matter where you are you must look for good. It won't always explode in your face, but if you look, you will find it. You will find organic grapes, and I did.
And as I cruised down riverside drive approaching 92nd st, from the blue convertible several cars in front of me I heard one of the most perfect choruses ever blasting from the stereo, “...We live in a beautiful world. Yeah we do, yeah we do...” I gave the three 20-somethings in the car a hearty thumbs-up as I passed. They laughed and waived back. I think I almost shed a tear of joy as I coasted the next block. Then I stopped here on a bench overlooking some trees and the Hudson river and wrote this.
