Minds require milking. Some of the creamless, unhomogenized thoughts get whisked away for immediate consumption by your toddler. Some thoughts are forgotten and to sour somewhere just below and to the left of the amygdala. Some are inconvenient or uncomfortable, easier ignored. Others are churned into delicious, buttery thoughts which make life delightful and keep their shape at room temperature.

This is my thought butter. Help yourself.

This world is filled with hyperlinks which redirect us to the homepage of the Triune God. I have made it my business to find these, click them, and follow where they lead. Some thoughts are long, some short, some half- churned or straight from the teat. They touch on science, history, philosophy, religion: anything which causes me to wonder. Which, I will argue, is the point of life.