3 December 2000 - the incomprehensible

I shall salt the tail of the incomprehensible. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Duluth I shall fear no weevil, for I am protected by the flying toasters of fate. Look! There’s the incomprehensible now! Ready, aim, iodize! When you catch what you don’t understand, it will softly and suddenly vanish away like the long dark randomly-chosen noun of the soul all set about with fever trees. Try it, it’s fun!