Life is funny that way, and there is something wrong with it, can’t say if it’s just something wrong or something terribly wrong. It has this feeling that the answer to it all is either staring at you like the picture of a candle stand becoming two faces or the answer is hiding behind the sofa, personally I hate the candle stand picture, took far too much time to realize what I was looking at so I tend to believe it is hiding behind the sofa along with all the lost pens and all the dust, content in its belief that you are never going to move the sofa to clean behind it.
I don’t know about you but I have this strong feeling that there is a pattern, plan and even a logic in everything that explains all this madness of what is happening and is yet to happen and it’s all pretty obvious when you are able to see it but all I see is a candle stand. And it’s not a particularly beautiful candle stand either, one can argue that ‘evolved’ people take years of … well evolution before they are able to see it and what they see they are unable to describe in any known words or simple choose that the others discover it themselves.
You have the ancients describe it using all possible cryptic oxymoron as within, without, here and nowhere, endless, nothingness, etc. but I personally tend to believe it’s got to be something really stupid like a joke or something or even a science experiment, setup some energy-mass transformation rules and limits and wunderbar everyone is amazed by how it all started clumping together into something so inexplicably bizarre & unique. It even sprouted its own intelligence and rules of how to clump together and make more clumps and other general ruckus. I can’t help but quote Douglas Adams here “There is a theory which states that if ever for any reason anyone discovers what exactly the Universe is for and why it is here it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another that states that this has already happened.” I totally agree and every time these evolved people look behind their sofas they just screw us a bit more then when we started off.
The clumped matter probably is not meant to find out the true nature of why it clumped in the first place and the designers probably ensure things got obfuscated when the realization was reached, like a trapdoor being triggered and the evolved clumps suddenly cannot articulate what they saw like a hallucinogenic dream in complex colors which men can’t identify or driving which women cannot explain (sorry couldn’t help but make the stereotyping crack). It reminds me of another author Issac Asimov and his series (Foundation series) where the protagonists chase their evolution across the galaxies in 4-5 thick books to find an answering machine on the moon apologizing for all the fuss and the fact that the original people who recorded the message couldn’t live long enough to apologize in person.
I just wish that I am proved wrong and that there is some serious business behind all this chaos, I am ok even if it may be that we are simply the lab guinea pigs used to investigate something of importance, but my sneaky suspicion is that all the answer will say is “we apologise for the inconvenience” - D. Adams again
