| Wednesday, April 27, 2005 |
| Befuddlement |
I used to believe that there are simple things and complicated ones.
I am beginning to think that the simple ones are
either imaginary, or not properly examined.
When I said that I felt fine and that everything was
the same, it still did not say exactly what I meant.
There is a world of existence, and there is a subset of
that world, it is called Nothing. Contained in this
subset, there are things such as zilch, naught,
bubkis, nada, zip and nil. It was this subset that
had changed.
Now I have a handle on it. The big handle. The
one you can see in the distance, but never
quite get to. The grand, overarching mother
handle at which all the little handles feed.
Having a grip on this sucker puts you in
charge.
Top of my game.
That’s is what I keep telling myself.
I am beginning to think that the simple ones are
either imaginary, or not properly examined.
When I said that I felt fine and that everything was
the same, it still did not say exactly what I meant.
There is a world of existence, and there is a subset of
that world, it is called Nothing. Contained in this
subset, there are things such as zilch, naught,
bubkis, nada, zip and nil. It was this subset that
had changed.
Now I have a handle on it. The big handle. The
one you can see in the distance, but never
quite get to. The grand, overarching mother
handle at which all the little handles feed.
Having a grip on this sucker puts you in
charge.
Top of my game.
That’s is what I keep telling myself.