Sometimes on the front porch in the morning I ruminate on the value coffee has in my life. And pretty soon I am telling myself a story. Here’s the story I told myself this morning…
My name is Ishmael Quark Kaku, and I have a problem. I’m an idiot savant. I live and breathe and think and exist in the antipodes of the dead bang mean. Yet, summed and averaged, I am simultaneously located at the very dead bang center of the continuum of the dead bang mean. As a result, I can not locate myself.
We all triangulate our positions in life with reference points. Given two stable landmarks we can generally figure out where we are on life’s ocean.
Unless, of course, we are not on the ocean at all, and instead hovering at the zenith of one landmark and it is unknown and unseen beneath us. Or if, for some odd and inexplicable condition of higher physics, we are hovering above both landmarks simultaneously and can’t see either one of them.
I suppose that’s a possibility since I thought of it. It could explain being everywhere and nowhere at the same time. But I would suspect it simply because it was an explanation. It would likely turn out to be like all the other explanations I’ve come up with which are really nothing more than observations of nearby conditions which, lumped together, seem to satisfy the requirements off whatever it is my mind considers an explanation.
The logical, rational mind speculates calmly upon odd and inexplicable things and can postulate outrageous things and prove them true… How do we get off the infinite moebius strip of the synaptic cosmos?
I’m thinking we hit the kill switch on the treadmill while we’re running flat out, shoot out of the blocks there, run through the wall and streak past the cliff’s edge out into the unknown dark beyond and see what catches us as we fall.
But that’s just me.
Last night I dreamed I couldn’t make up my mind ordering breakfast in a diner, and the waitress hollered back to the cook to hold everything, she had an indecisive swamp brain out here… So I ordered the ultimate breakfast platter, everything, and then asked her if it included coffee. “Yeah” was all she said. It was the way she said it that made me feel like a swamp brain. Of course everything includes coffee.