I clearly saw
the arguments from both sides.
Each side was, in a way, right.
yet they were in complete disagreement.
So I did nothing.
Images are not arguments, rarely even lead to proof,
but the mind craves them, and, of late more than ever,
the keenest experimenters find twenty images better than one,
especially if contradictory;
since the human mind has already learned to
deal in contradictions.
--Henry Brooks Adams  |
Things derive their being and nature
by mutial dependence
and are nothing in themselves.
Crawling around under the table and barking. I put my head on one of the dining-room chairs. My chin resting on the chair that
held Aunt Melinda's butt at Sunday dinner. Barking. My skull moving up and down as my jaw stayed in place on the chair in
the dining-room. Barking.
Stare into a TV that is unplugged from cable. That is, the screen is filled with gray amorphous static and the sound being
produced is a white noise ssssssssss. Stare for a while, looking for a big circle near the center of the screen. If you think real hard
about that circle, you'll see it after a while. Then listen for the murmuring of distant voices. Pretty soon you'll be seeing human
forms too. Eventually everything will coalesce into a rerun of Gilligan's Island. The one where Gilligan sees a man in the forest,
but when Gilligan fetches the Skipper and the Professor, the man is gone.
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