Seeing Things

Pareidolia: the lid of a marmite jar + brains wired for pattern recognition. (because our ancestors who came second in the pattern-recognition sweepstakes came first on a predator’s menu, when said predator was lurking behind a bush mostly out of sight… these days there’s a shortage of sabre-tooth cats, so it’s mostly used to see Jeebus in unlikely places.)

I’m off for a bike ride. Maybe I’ll buy a jar of Marmite on the way home.