I'm riding a train of thought on a track to nowhere. Our top story concerns a number of public sculptures in New Orleans. Apparently they epitomize concepts of quantum physics, in which all matter is motion. Their world is like a Tempest , stormy enough to send hundreds of metal books flying through the air in a rainbow of color. In other words, nothing is solid.
Truth is slippery.
And I agree. Speaking of which, a group of Benedictine monks in a New Mexico monastery have become overnight sensations thanks to their Vatican Web Site. If they weren't sworn to avoid physical thrills, they'd probably dance for joy. Not unlike these New Orleans Mardi Gras Indians, who really know how to move . Their exhibit , by the way, is a costume lover's delight.