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A dear friend has a birthday today, and it's an appropriately Northwesty day. I find myself in the throes of one of those periodic inner surges of love and well-being that seem to find me every so often-- perhaps a sign of nothing so much as some sort of weird hormone imbalance, but there it is anyway.

According to the best evidence with which I've been presented, everything that makes us sentient beings is nothing more than the clash of neurotransmitters and evolutionarily-determined responses to stimuli. That's as may be, but it's never the whole story, because of the meaning we give to those reactions. That's a beautiful mystery, and I'm content to let it remain one for a while longer.

Tonight, we toast the mysteries that bring us together.

(no subject)

A dear friend has a birthday today, and it's an appropriately Northwesty day. I find myself in the throes of one of those periodic inner surges of love and well-being that seem to find me every so often-- perhaps a sign of nothing so much as some sort of weird hormone imbalance, but there it is anyway.

According to the best evidence with which I've been presented, everything that makes us sentient beings is nothing more than the clash of neurotransmitters and evolutionarily-determined responses to stimuli. That's as may be, but it's never the whole story, because of the meaning we give to those reactions. That's a beautiful mystery, and I'm content to let it remain one for a while longer.

Tonight, we toast the mysteries that bring us together.