While waiting to hear back from Euro Tech about getting my 325i serviced due to a crunching sound I can't identify, I ponder the universe and movies like "Reuben, Reuben," "Her Alibi," "Silent Movie," "Monks: The Transatlantic Flashback," and "Airplane!".
Are you Accidental, Occidental, Oriental or Confidential?
My wife and I like to listen to books on tape/CD during long automobile-based trips. Lately, we listened to the 12-disc audio set of "A Tale of Two Cities," a sad but hopeful, triumphant but tragic story of regular lives caught in unusual times.
The narrator's voice, properly English, reminded me of the voice behind "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" and "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
In some ways, the stories are all the same: X vs. Y, taking Z into account.
Masks stacked up ready for charades.
I read war books as a child in order to study how to prevent them as an adult.
I read business philosophy books in order to study how unphilosophical we really are.
And always in the background, the steady flow of life.
I do not own the world. The universe is but a parlor game of illusions.
These words do not exist, coming as they do out of electronic bits.
All is all. And yet all is not as it appears.
People want a narrative, unevenly paced, exciting, tense, loving, romantic, deeply layered yet easy to understand, never sure about the ending but assured the ending indeed will occur assuredly.
Tom Swiftian in adverbial niceties.
Can a blog tell you what you cannot see in a blog?
Can the truth tell lies?
My only goal, despite appearances, is to set one word down after another to give the people what they want in batches of subcultural narratives tied into one big story about how we'll live to see another day in this forum or another form, for 'im or 'er.
Lift the blinders, unloose the leashes, release the chains, restore sanity where intolerable insanity has no place and get life as we know it moving off this planet toward the endless horizon of space in which our new forms of life will prosper in our stead.
We'll be like Sydney Carton and the young woman standing at the guillotine, giving our lives for others who will remember us in their own way. Hopefully, our lives will end less violently but our lives will end all the same, making a little bit of room for the next lives here and yet to be.
Thus one generation thinks it lives for itself while living for all following generations, instead.
We live in this moment together, seven billion personal reasons to call this moment one's own. Can we not see we live for one purpose only?: to ensure the states of energy we call ourselves find similarity in moments yet to be?
The religions of the world belong to all of us, whether we belong to them or not. Our hobbies, our jobs, our businesses, our governments - all of them enhance our lives.
It is time to find out what the Book of the Future says we'll be doing in a few years hence. Time to show you/me/us that trends trend up and trends trend down, with new trends trading places with old trends and old trends mixing with older trends to become new old-fashioned out-of-fashion fashionable trendlines.
Seven billion people are all members of the world government. Globalisation is what our species has always been about. Sure, we'd like superheroes to come flying in to save us from the less tolerable members of our species nearby but we've got ourselves to rescue ourselves from ourselves.
Use the power of the majority to protect the beliefs of the minorities because we're all part of one minority or another.
Keep laughing 'cause none of us get out of here alive.
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