Lord knows I love a good conspiracy theory. I am fascinated by the possibilities of them, and even moreso the fascinating belief systems that they foster in those who

don't claim to belong to them...The webs of congnitive strings and connections, and limbs that we go out on to make them connect... that we have created over the course of

years to describe these conspiracies that we aren't even sure exist. If anything, they exist, perhaps only, in the deeply layered stories and associations that we make in

our desperate attempt to defy our own banal, mortal existence.

They are much like the internet. The actual internet is non existent, intangible, has no real form, no walls, ceilings, reception desk, health plan, employees, board of

directors. No one actually ever meets. No buearacracy, no infrastructure, no administration. It exists in the connections that one computer user makes with others by

degrees of seperation.

Seriously, none of those people actually know Kevin Bacon, and barely know each other....and yet, in that ectoplasm, a deep connection exists forming it's own reality.

All of this is fabulously esoteric, and makes for terrific rhetoric, and discussion....until, of course, on the days I have a work meeting. Suddenely, the thought that

thousands of people, seperated by generations, intricately, and furiously organized to maintain a secret over the course of centuries goes out the window when 10 people

can't decide on what to order for lunch in the course of 20 minutes. Good day.