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Random thoughts

Noisy day here. The Mississauga Marathon passes right by my building.

The runners are no problem but there are many energetic youths out there making supportive noises and chants.

The thing about energetic youths ----> they're energetic.
 
My brain - and I'm sure it's not just me - wants to make faces out of things. Gimme any kind of random pattern whether it is wood grain or patterned tile or grime on a car - whatever ---> my brain will start to resolve the randomness into faces. Sometimes realistic, sometimes stylized - always faces.

My brain wants faces.
 
Oddly though, all my life I have heard people talk about the man on the moon. Apparently there is a face to be made of the various shapes up there. Like it is not just a case of everyone seeing something different. Seems like there is an agreed-upon thing.

As much time as I have spent looking at the moon - with my lifelong interest in astronomy ---> I don't see it. No idea what they mean.