It has been said that necessity is the mother of invention. I think then that the father of invention must be curiosity and the siblings of invention are disaster, triumph, honor and disgrace. How's that for existentialism? Whatever that means.
When I envision my brain in a cartoony sort of way I see the typical things such as gears spinning, whistles blowing and little green men that build things out of glass. But way back in a deep, dark corner of my mind there is a tiny philosopher with a flair for the eccentric. My philosophies tend to border on insanity and I too have a serious illegal immigration problem across that border. At any given moment there are countless undocumented aliens swimming through my thoughts.
It only tends to be a problem when I'm interacting with other people, or when I'm by myself. This accounts for approximately 95% of my time. The other 15% is spent in finding ways to make 10% of my time account for 5% of my anti-time. Hypothetically speaking of course.
Now that we are all in the same foggy kaleidoscope I think we can see eye to eye to eye to eye. We are not, after all, cyclopes. But just in case you are feeling nauseous, please feel free to start over from the beginning. It should all make sense to you as long as you try hard enough and don't fall under the misguided notion that any of this means anything.
Sometimes there is a point to things that are being said. Other times things are being said specifically to discourage rational thought. It's election time again, so I'm just trying to go with the flow. I hope I have achieved an acceptable level of nonsense to fit the occasion.
When I envision my brain in a cartoony sort of way I see the typical things such as gears spinning, whistles blowing and little green men that build things out of glass. But way back in a deep, dark corner of my mind there is a tiny philosopher with a flair for the eccentric. My philosophies tend to border on insanity and I too have a serious illegal immigration problem across that border. At any given moment there are countless undocumented aliens swimming through my thoughts.
It only tends to be a problem when I'm interacting with other people, or when I'm by myself. This accounts for approximately 95% of my time. The other 15% is spent in finding ways to make 10% of my time account for 5% of my anti-time. Hypothetically speaking of course.
Now that we are all in the same foggy kaleidoscope I think we can see eye to eye to eye to eye. We are not, after all, cyclopes. But just in case you are feeling nauseous, please feel free to start over from the beginning. It should all make sense to you as long as you try hard enough and don't fall under the misguided notion that any of this means anything.
Sometimes there is a point to things that are being said. Other times things are being said specifically to discourage rational thought. It's election time again, so I'm just trying to go with the flow. I hope I have achieved an acceptable level of nonsense to fit the occasion.
4 comments:
You've been speaking nonsense for the past few days... at least :)
This sounds like something you would read in "Alice in Wonderland". Very Mad Hatter-ish.
made sense to me..... that really worries me..... :o}
I'd be worried too!
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