So I was pondering something a bit out there the other day. If sadness had a taste, do you think it would be something artificial and empty, like processed junk food? Or maybe it’s more about what’s missing like we’re lacking some kind of interstellar spice in our everyday lives. It’s funny how these two interests of mine, taxes and UFOs, sometimes collide in weird ways. One deals with the grounded, often tedious details of life, and the other… well, it opens up the imagination to the vast unknown. I wonder if that craving for something more, something beyond the ordinary, is a shared human experience. What do you all think? Does that resonate, or am I just having a particularly cosmic week?