In search of a cure

 

Sometimes a thought will come to me, but it will pass by so fast, like it only flickers and then it’s gone.  Now what’s the point of that?  I can’t really do anything with it.  I don’t recall enough of it to assemble it into any cohesive intelligence.

Imagine if the companies who put those puzzle pieces in a box and sell them, well… what if they didn’t put a picture on the cover of the box.  You’d have no clue what it should be.  Is it a bridge constructed completely of Navel oranges?  Is it a litter of puppies chewing on someone’s phone bill?  Who knows?

Much of the time I feel like my level of knowledge is like that.  I know and understand so little of the world that I have no idea what to do with the pieces I do understand.  I sit here and fiddle with words and sentences when maybe if I were smarter, I could be off somewhere in a lab coat coming up with a cure for stupidity.  Wouldn’t that be grand?

I wonder…  Could it be the lab coats that make us smarter?  I know it is the men in tuxedos that are more prone to walk a bride down the aisle.  And there is an old saying that says, clothes make the man.  Could it have been this simple all along?  Are the things in my closet holding me back?

 

Then again, maybe some thoughts would have been better off as just a flicker.

 

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