What it all means.

The photo is another recently recovered pic. Taken several years ago it is of me with the venerable Julie Andrews following a teleprompting job I did for her. One of the nicest people I've met she has always been a hero of mine since I saw her live on the Broadway stage (My Fair Lady probably) when I was in high school. Count those years! She went out of her way to see that this photo was taken.
For the past several days I've been reading the section of a String Theory book on Twistor Theory. I've read that section twice and have no idea what a twistor is or where they come from or their relation to reality. Which brings to mind that this author must be British. One of the great tragedies of my life is that I have been congenitally incapable of making sense of British authors. Either that or accept the responsibility for my lack of literacy myself. But in general, their thoughts don't follow the same trajectory as mine. Although the father of Twistor Theory (Sir Roger Penrose) is a Nobel Prize winner. So British authors write differently than I.
Or not.
Twistor Theory would be proof that we're all o n this flight together.

Dick