There’s A Formula For Everything

How long can you ignore something that is staring you right in the face, that’s what I want to know? How long can you ignore something that is busy biting you in the leg? Is there perhaps a mathematical law for this sort of thing? I was only trying to optimise my situation, your honour. I didn’t mean any harm. Isn’t that what we’re all doing? Everyone you meet is only trying to find happiness in the best way they know how, after all. We’re all just trying to be happy, in whatever bizarre ways we can. Someone told me that once. Everyone is being perfectly reasonable, perfectly logical given their understanding of who they are and what their situation is. They’re not crazy at all! Whatever your understanding of your situation is, you’re bound to act out of that, aren’t you? You can’t act out of anything else, after all! You got nothing else to act out of. All we’ve got is our own bizarrely distorted (mis)understanding of things and we’ll cling onto that to the last. It’s all we’ve got and it isn’t anything, it’s only a poor frail little illusion, fluttering madly in the breeze. Which brings me back to my original question – how long can you ignore something that’s staring you right in the face? There’s a formula for that sort of thing you know. There’s a standard equation for it. It’s like a trajectory; it’s like the trajectory of a stone that’s been thrown up in the air. What goes up must come down, isn’t that what they say? It’s the trajectory of an illusion, a poor bedraggled little illusion, a poor bedraggled little illusion that’s got no future. No future except the future it imagines for itself, that is! What exactly are we trying to achieve when we think, that’s what I want to know. What’s it all about? What’s the big idea with all this thinking? That’s tricky kind of a question actually – you’ve got to be careful about how you go about answering it. You can get awfully tangled up otherwise; you can get terribly tangled up. The illusion gets all tangled up in itself. The poor bedraggled illusion gets all tangled up in itself and if things were bad to start off with then they can only get worse now! All the same, we have to answer it, we have to answer it one way or another. ‘Answer the question boy’ the voice booms, ‘don’t stand there like a fool!’ I’m back at school again now, trying to learn the formula. They’re trying to beat it into me. There’s a formula for everything you know. Only there isn’t – there isn’t a formula for the most important thing of all. There’s only a formula for illusions – you can know anything you want about an illusion. Anything at all. Unlimited data, that’s what they call it, isn’t it? Unlimited data. All you can eat. All you can vomit, too. You can just keep on downloading it forever. The only thing is, it’s all garbage! It’s garbage data and there’s as much of it as you could ever possibly want. You can just keep on downloading it forever…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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