I have not gotten to open my "fortune cookie" yet: my doctor's review is for later at the end of this month.

But, I'm doing well. No more post-operative pain, no (other medical post-op things).

Makes me think, though. Those beautiful (and pretty) nurses, those skilled physicians, those incredibly powerful drugs...

And then... me.

I think. Well, then; if that's so, then I must exist. I must be real. What's real, though? Just because you get to read words I cram together, do you technically KNOW that I am real? Or could I just be a Pinocchio or are these words actually crafted by sadlife? (Hi, buddy!) Where was I before the Korean War? Where will I be after my possible... the next 100 years?

Ontology. The study of Ontario.... no, wait! That's not right. Ontology, the study of cancer? No, not that either. That would be Oncology, a branch of medicine that deals with the prevention, diagnosis, and treatment of cancer.

Ontology is the philosophical study of being. More broadly, it studies concepts that directly relate to being, in particular becoming, existence, reality, as well as the basic categories of being and their relations.

Something to think about when you have a few idle hours: At 6:05 am the other morning, I was nervous as could be until at 2:45 pm I was looking sort of upside-down at a gorgeous Philippine goddess that just had to be in her early 20's. Sexually turned on? Me? I'm not doing that well.

Where did I go? My ghod, the doctors pulled out 10 lbs of bologna, 15 feet of string, 2 gallons of koolaide, and I wasn't there for it. Where was I?

Where am I now?

Ontology isn't the study of cancer.