Having lived among the "sweet spirits" a good portion of my formative years, I try to ignore those on their personal quest for validating existence, etc. I even find the question "Do you have a spiritual life?" inherently rude and an affront to my personal privacy and the core of my being.
But to give you all an idea of how my lizard brain works, allow me an anecdote, if you will.
I was 10 years old and enjoying the freedom of having just left elementary school one afternoon. Both parents worked, so I had the opportunity to indulge in my private life until at least 5:30. I joyously set in to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle. In one of the cartoon segments a pizza delivery guy showed up at Rocky and Bullwinkle's door. The character asked, "Did you order a pizza?"
Rocky and Bullwinkle were in shock, "We ordered that pizza a year ago?!"
The pizza boy answered, "Sorry, but the light(s) were against me."
I fell all over myself in wild laughter. The cartoon character had said "lights" but I only heard "light." To my 10 year-old mind the idea of a pizza deliveryman fighting against especially forceful photons that made him late to make a pizza delivery was the funniest thing I'd ever heard of. It made my week.
Mind you, I wasn't up to speed on traffic lights and the frustration of having to wait for them when you are in a hurry. I was oblivious to that sort of information because at 10 I did not drive. But for some reason I had a relatively good, solid grasp of the physics of light as both a particle and a wave. I tended to read a lot on the subject, way beyond my "grade level."
For many years I would remember that moment and still quietly giggle to myself. I would make jokes when I was late for something by saying, "Well, I tried to catch the slip stream where the light bends around the school to get here on time, but the photons were against me." Needless to say, my mormon-bound instructors all thought I was raving mad; all except my algebra instructor who was actually biding time until he could get into a good graduate school physics department.
And so, to end this rant let me leave you all with a bit of sound advice: If any of you should run into a bit of dark matter, leave it alone. It isn't Play Dough!