Today the ground is covered with snow, and I'm already wanting it to go away. The soft edges where it piled up on my car is not so smooth anymore. The rail fences down by the old cow pasture are just sagging in the middle again. The weatherman I usually listen to warned not to expect the temperatures to go up very much, because the energy of the Sun would be spent melting the snow more than it would be heating the ground up and making it warm again. That's when I got tired of the snow. It's supposed to start warming up a little bit tomorrow, and then be in the mid-60s (18.33 C) by the end of the week.
I live in a soup of sensory stimuli and get moved around by it's whim as though I have no control over my life at all. I was stimulated recently by someone's use of the term "paradox", and a short discussion of what a paradox actually is, by definition, indicated to me right quick that I didn't have a very developed understanding of that a makes a paradox that.
I typed "What is a paradox?" into Google and started chasing links from the Results Page. I spent maybe a couple of hours reading and trying to grok what a paradox is, and as I went bumbling and stumbling around the internet... I soon realized that for me to understand what a paradox IS, I have to learn to create them myself pretty much as I Will, just for the hell of it.
Only then can I get real snooty and accuse the other of not understanding paradox. Ohhh, they'll feel so humiliated and stupid, and I'll be a cock-of-the-walk again, for a while, and eventually, of course, my creating paradoxes to show how clever I am will get to be old hat, the thrill will be gone, and I'll be ashamed of myself for reaching for my boot straps to heft myself up to fame and glory.
Rats! Foiled again!
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
