Meaning.

So I've spent this evening trying to put myself into the correct frame of mind to craft words in such a way that they'll impart a sense of trepidation about the future, wonder about the past and that peculiar kind of void-staring thought that snaps something into focus...like staring past the reflection of a light then realising everything in the universe is utterly incredible and amazing, and every single thing within it is miraculous, and that we are both entirely insignificant but also capable of unbelievable leaps of progress, love and adventure.

But it isn't happening.

The figures speak for themselves. But I feel like I'm trotting out muttonous numbers dressed as lamb. Maybe it's just because I researched and reresearched and verified and checked and manipulated and massaged and shoehorned and herded these facts too much to keep a hold of that first flush of wonder.

Or maybe there's so much to think about - all the intersections of time, space, community, technology and words words words swirling in a mental miasma of potentiality - that I can't bring myself to coalesce them into a defined framework.

Or maybe it's because before I came back to this task at hand, I wrote a review of UFC 2009: Undisputed for Xbox 360, a job that required whatever the opposite of a humbling-yet-inspirational sense of reality's ineffable glory is.