Food for Thought

 

We pass in clusters.  The mass of us you see here were all born and live on this planet at the same time.  Of course, we each depart on our own schedule, but the cluster of us is, for the most part, a specific collection of people.  There are X number of doctors, engineers, schoolteachers, bums, muggers and factory workers.  Sprinkled into the mix are firemen, policemen, con men, the rich, the struggling and the middle class.

But for now, it’s the collection I wish to focus on.  Our particular cluster doesn’t have Henry Ford, or Lewis & Clark.  Our cluster has Neil deGrasse Tyson, The Beatles and you and I to name a few.

The point of this is to assist us in examining our own function.  The question of, why are we here, can never be answered until we first examine the general function of our particular cluster.

A key aspect of the cluster is its starting and ending point.  I’m sure you can see where this would be a very debatable issue.  It cannot be a solid line, identifying a specific division, but rather an abstract blur of time and events, with some events experiencing abrupt endings, while others festering in memories, leaving confusion as to their exact reality.

Think of it this way; you take a standard #2 pencil and one sheet of typing paper.  You draw a sketch upon the page.  We can all see the sketch.  We all heard the dry scraping sound of the pencil lead across the paper, and although each of us may see the drawing as something different, none of us knows exactly how many pieces of typing paper there were in the stack.  This page has this sketch, seen by these people.  Human knowledge has built-in limitations, whereby none of us is privy to that cluster of paper, whose partial function has now been to accommodate the theoretical sketch. 

Okay, you just lost me.  I was with you right up to the 

guy drawing something on the page, but you follow that

up by saying it was a "theoretical sketch."

How am I supposed to deal with that?  What's real

and what isn't?  And how does something not end,

but simply fester in someone's memory?

I don't think this is food for thought at all.

I think it's a recipe for indigestion.