Where does it come from? This word. The next thought. Or sound. Or sense of anything. Seriously … where does it come from? Did we make it happen? It feels like we did. But did we? And anyway, where did that feeling come from?

If we keep un-peeling This Particular Onion of profundity … we inevitably get to the middle. And as everybody knows, at the very centre of an un-peeled onion, is precisely nothing.

But where did that come from?

If you’ve spent much time, thinking these kind of, like, deep thoughts, man….well it might seem like it is all a very good reason for getting drunk and forgetting everything for a while. Or getting religion. (Other escape routes are available)

Maybe so. Or perhaps it is simply what inspired Bob Marley, and could inspire us, to spot those three little birds.