Some forms of sign language are clearer than others.

I wonder, sometimes, what it would be like to live in space. And then I remember that I do live in space, I just don’t live in space in a particularly cool or noteworthy way. And then I think, well, that’s probably what space people would think it’s like to live in space. And then I wonder if we really are capable of becoming so jaded that even the majesty of interstellar travel would be totally lost on us, and how that would be a really sad statement on the human psyche.

And it’s at about that point that I’m finished pooing and can get back to whatever it was I was doing before I went to the bathroom. I think I may just be one bad case of constipation away from some really profound philosophical breakthroughs.