Thoughts, Quips, and Aphorisms—Part 12
Every door in my house is a portal to another room or to the outside. I think I’ve figured out how they all connect.
This next part will make me sound mad, I understand that, but I have decided it’s better to tell the truth than to be believed…
I can move my body with only my mind. It’s taken practice but I can now control all limbs and even fingers and toes.
Not sure how far anyone’s willing to go with me down this rabbit hole, but there’s so much more…
I’ve discovered a way to share thoughts with others by making sounds with my mouth.
Not just any sounds, mind you. Very specific. And the order matters. Can’t learn this in a day.
Run on, sentence, be free
An awkward man was walking strangely through a desert. He had no water, and no food. The heat would soon kill him. If only he could cool down…
Then he remembered something that he did have. A pair of sunglasses. He put them on.
“Cool” he thought.
“We’ll create a trap to capture the attention of man. We’ll call it, the Web.”
“Won’t that be too obvious?”
“Once they’re on board we’ll transform it into something that captures their imagination, their interior life. We’ll call it the InterNet.”
“Again, kind of obvious.”
“We’ll create something within to lure people to trade human wisdom for a machine. We’ll call it Google.”
“Why? That’s a stupid name.”
“Because we can! It’ll be funny. Watch them take it seriously.”
“And then finally we’ll create something to replace themselves entirely. And they’ll be excited about it.”
“Why would they do that?”
“By then they’ll barely be human. Annihilation will be a relief to them.”
Our love of creations should never surpass our love of creating.
The 10,000 things rise and fall, but creation is endless.
Treasure hoarding dragons didn’t disappear, they took human form and became museum curators.
If you find something old and valuable do not give to those treasure hoarding museums. Better to bury it.
I once read a mysterious book that ended with no explanation. I was so mad. Nothing was explained!
By the next day I realized I liked it. Mystery is something to engage with. Now I crave it and detest over-explaining.
There’s a sweet spot that elevates the story and the reader.
I prefer ice cream not on a sunny day, but when it’s lightly raining, because I love sprinkles.
Apples are potatoes of the sky
The tortoise won the race, but not the way you think.
"So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but few chosen."—Matthew 20:16