The real art of conducting consists in transitions.

Curious, rather curious indeed.
What?
Whenever I think and philosophise on the big questions a fly soar near by.
And?
No, just curious how a creator of filth seem to appear out of nowhere at the opportune moment.
From nowhere.
Perhaps they do. Perhaps they bare knowledge we do not. Then again, maybe I am delusional due to an excessive consumption of coffee and sleep depression.
Probably. Get some sleep? Or, inquiring minds want to know, you ought to indulge in other exercises.
<she smiles>