"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Like nothing

Jonathan Cainer:
Like nothing on earth...
They now tell us, with a straight face, that out in deep space, experts have discovered a billion miles of nothing. Sorry. I know I have already written about this. Still, though, I can't quite manage to stop thinking about it. Nothing. Nothing? Nothing we recognise, perhaps. Nothing we can detect, fine. Nothing doing. Nothing happening. Nothing to report. Nothing to write home about. But surely, there can't be absolutely nothing at all? And why 'a billion miles'. This may sound like a lot, but I rather feel it's not big enough to be convincing. Surely, nothing lasts forever!
Jonathan Cainer´s Zodiac Forecasts
SAGITTARIUS (Nov 23 - Dec 21)
A patch of nothing, one billion miles wide. Scientists have just discovered it deep in distant space. It begs an interesting question. How do you measure nothing? And what kind of nothing is it? Nothing much? Nothing to write home about? Nothing special? Nothing at all? A billion miles? That's not nothing, that's something! By the way, you know that problem that you need to get to grips with this weekend? The best thing you can possibly do about it... is nothing.

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