What gives me the right to philosophize? And how come I can fathom my own mortality? How come our existence is measured by property instead of integrity? And how come hot dogs come in packs of ten and buns in packs of eight?
I am going to declare war. I am not sure on what or whom, but it sounds good enough that I think I can do it. I am a woman and therefore have raged many a battle in the past; I am sure for lesser evils.
Perhaps a war on humankind. One in which economies and a people will not be annihilated but a war that all of us will fight within ourselves. This is not meant to necessarily mock but as a gesture for all of us to explore what is naturally ours to begin with: thought. Humans think. Sometimes this isn’t a good thing. “I thought I saw you doing this…” “I think I’ll have another beer before I leave to go drive on the Interstate”. “I thought this was the right choice.”
Thinking. Definitely an evil. Certainly a bonus to our existence on this planet. Think about it. Or not. No one has yet been able to tap into this very rich resource. One where secrets can be kept, truths told, and lies can manifest. All in milliseconds. Even faster.
What stays and what goes may seem to be random but is really decided by little “File Sorters” in your head. You can picture it. Some Seuss-like character sifting through stacks of monotonous dissertations and random facts. Pieces of paper flitting about in a frenzy of uncontrollable chaos. I see Woody Allen peering over the rim of his glasses saying something to the effect of, “Do you really need this? ‘Cause I’m not sure you do… but if you think you do, then fine” All the while his epileptic-like movements create a domino-effect of “Algebra 1” and “Grammar Principles” pieces getting knocked into file 13 (read: trash) at the same time “Silly Acronyms and their meanings” and “Words to Journey songs” get pigeon-holed in the About-to-store-for-good-in-Rubbermaid-brain-cells.
It’s all crazy. The mind that is. An evolutionary masterpiece. Unquestionably the most controversial object available to humankind. A device that can interpret, interpolate, calculate, manipulate, operate, evaluate, and sometimes even slice, dice, and julienne. The only problem is that we don’t and can’t purchase it for 3 easy payments of $19.95 on QVC. Yeah. We’re born with it.
So, why the introduction? Well. Are you thinking yet? No? That will be my job. If yes, then good. You get an A+ for this section. You see, we all know that we use barely 10% of our brain capacity. How do we know this? Well, we’ve heard it. Somewhere. And of course, we have accepted the fact that it must be true because someone told us. Not only that, it is easy to justify that we haven’t used all of our brain. I mean, how many of us can still recollect the Preamble to the Constitution that we were forced to learn in the fourth grade. Did we forget it? Did it leave? Did we delete it? Or is it sitting in the recycle bin of our mind waiting for a true recall command? Other things – molecular biology, for instance. This is not a subject I find most fascinating, however some people do and spend their lifetime looking through a microscope in order to study the subject. Since I do not know the first thing about cell division or what a mitochondria is, I still have more to learn. If I can still learn, then my brain is not full.
Surely, it pisses you off when your computer says “Resources dangerously low”. I’ve always wondered about that too. You know when we’ve completely depleted the South American rain forests and stripped the land of all its natural beauty, will God send us a popup message… “Resources dangerously low.” And then will we ignorantly hit the “OK” button, if for nothing else just to see what He will do?
You see, this is our ability – as humans – to think. To write. To speak. To communicate.
I still think it’s crazy. So, do any of you talk to yourself? If not, you should. Interact. Live a little. Play.
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