As Meem walks out of the pub, he heads for the mountain. It is sometime at night, and there are many stars shinning. He can't help his thoughts, there is absolutely something strange going on. Helicopters, planes, shooting stars, falling stars, and UFO's? His thoughts say, "if there is no such thing as duality ... there could only be "good" aliens, yes men, and one true white race?" Aliens are not angels, if there is no duality ... so then, what are they? Meem ponders why he feels like he is in the middle of some sort of tug of war? "there is no duality," he thinks, "Why are there all of these choices?" If the Brahman, "God," is, was, and will always be ... can we really be all that entertaining to ... play with or watch? There seems to be something misplaced here, where does it go, or does he go with it?

Something is going on, on going, a work in progress. So many scramblers and very little clarity.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xd2ayCVmqy0

This article is strange, but not nearly as strange as are Meem's inner reflections.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/livescience/...as2yearoldkids