He was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher... or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.
I was the only kid who anybody I knew has ever seen actually walk into a lamppost with his eyes wide open. Everybody assumed that there must be something going on inside, because there sure as hell wasn't anything going on on the outside!
I have rooms full of little dongly things and don't want any more. Half the little dongly things I've got, I don't even know what gizmo they're for. More importantly, half the gizmos I've got, I don't know where their little dongly thing is.
I find the whole business of religion profoundly interesting. But it does mystify me that otherwise intelligent people take it seriously.