The rest of us, not chosen for enlightenment, left on the outside of the Earth, at the mercy of a Gravity we have only begun to learn how to detect and measure, must go on blundering inside our front-brain faith in Kute Korrespondences . . . kicking endlessly amongst the plastic trivia, finding in each Deeper Significance and trying to string them all together like terms in a powers series hoping to zero in on the tremendous and secret Function whose name, like the permuted names of God, cannot be spoken. [T. Pynchon]
This "aleph" Is your captain speaking 
