||[Dec. 25th, 2009|07:21 pm]
The Question Club
The one and only supreme Club, to the members of which a great many fantastic Questions are entrusted: I was watching the rain this wonderful afternoon. While some of it froze instantly to the surfaces it struck, most of it hit various surfaces with a modest little splash. In both instances, individual instances one might mistake for being insignificant massed together into something that could hardly be mistaken for such. In the former case, the teamwork of each brave little drop combined to create a thin, though significant, sheet of ice over bird feeders, fences, and guardrails alike. In the latter, barely audible splashes combined into a dull roar with a presence one couldn't ignore. |
It made me think, satiaters of inquisitiveness: what rhyme or reason is there to the order of things on my desk? Does it give some minute insight into the machinations within my skull, or is it all arbitrary as the order of the fall of aforementioned raindrops? Both yellow highlighters sit closer to me than either pink one. Am I insecure about my lack of sound financial planning? Does my quirky right pinky finger throw off my rhythm to such an extent that my ability to effect my own free will on the world is dampened? Or is a mug of writing utensils really just a mug of writing utensils?
Surely I've thought far too long and hard about this even in one Christmas day—and a Merry one I wish to you all!—but can it be said that any exercise of the mind is good exercise, much like applies to the physical body? I think so. I think that otherwise the time would be wasted, superficial wisps of ideas blowing through the desert of an inactive mind. What harm is there? What could possibly stand to be lost?