Bedrock from Barney rubble

 Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet? Synchronicity? Ka? Is it written has it been foretold? Is this like the Oracle at Delphi have the runes been cast? Can you see it in the bones? What’s the name of the mechanical fortuneteller in the movie, Big? Zoltan? I never thought of it, but why didn’t they make a sequel where Tom Hank’s’ character wishes he was younger?

I’m also wondering where all this traffic is coming from? I’d like my friends overseas to say hello because I don’t really understand why my blog is of interest to them, everyone is more than welcome though, I will all friendly people. This is just a place, a dumping ground for random pots from a small child, from a boy man from someone who lives in the past, and these are random words and transmissions sent to you from the future. Welcome, be nice and be well.