I frequently falter, turn simple arithmetic into complex trigonometry, if a choice is 50/50 I’ll be wrong 100% of the time. I force square pegs into round holes, an infinite amount of mes and an infinite amount of typewriters would not produce the works of Shakespeare, and far as I can tell gravity exists solely to keep me down.
I call coincidence a statistical probability. I’m Agnostic. I believe there may be a “Higher Power” and I’m not ruling out dolphins as it. I’m a nice person because I’m a nice person. Not because I’m afraid of retribution. I find little comfort in reincarnation if you retain no recollection of it.
It’s no more probable that there is a God than we are in a matrix. I believe our senses do not allow us to fully perceive our world; just as dogs cannot see color I believe there are things we cannot see or hear. Radio waves and X-rays are simple examples, but I’m talking about things we can’t even imagine.
It’s naïve to think we have a comprehensive understanding of the universe any more than they did 2,000 years ago. If you think modern physics and math are absolute truths…well that’s as silly as believing Zeus throws down thunderbolts during a rain storm.
Even if you could tell me, definitively, that the chicken came before the egg it doesn’t help me understand where the chicken came from. It’s a silly question and so is “Did the Big Bang really happen?” ‘Cause it doesn’t help me understand where the elements necessary to create the Big Bang came from. I accept that I will never know the answer to the ultimate question and I really can’t say “42” isn’t it.
I don’t want to die (and neither do you), but I think about it more than you. “Life”, “death”, and “what happens without me” is an all-consuming thought that terrifies me. I wish I could control that. I wish wishes worked. Say that six times fast.
I’m not a Democrat, Republican, or an Independent. I have a passion for politics, but fail to be inspired by our politicians. Our kids should look to English and Science departments for inspiration – not professional athletes.
Why do I secretly want to be a fireman? Why are homeless people undeserving of my change? Why can’t I remember the lyrics to songs I’ve heard 100 times? Why was I afraid to play college baseball?
I love games. I love my family. And despite the number of times I say “I hate my life”. I love my life.
“Standing center-stage and advocating at the top of his lungs”
Artwork by Tim Coffen.
