2003-07-06 Signposts the words signposts make me laugh, because they really are signs. generations actually are generated. the incas might have counted in binary; my physics tutor had a humanist conception of the universe because he looked at his daughter and said This is real. there is no progress/ there is progress. we see the irreducible universe through a polarising lens, or from a point of view that rotates through the infinite dimensions, presenting us with only a flattened view. sometimes there is no meaning but, here we are, here we are!, here we are. a story with so much context and background information that all the narrative need comprise is: they meet. Here we are, here we are!, here we are.