Don't mind me.. just having fun
When stepping onto an escalator and perceiving that the hand rail is moving almost imperceptibly slower than the rest of the contraption, one’s stomach drops into the pelvic sling and, sitting in that hammock, it twiddles its thumbs all huffy-puffy, brooding for the rest of the assent with a furrowed brow.
This is because the brain, which has sent the stomach downstairs to worry, can’t think in single stationary points when it comes to objects in transit. The brain attaches vectors to its thoughts, extending out into infinity, because our brains assume, correctly, according to Einstein, that these objects will stay in transit. We see a problem coming eventually. Even though the escalator is short, the brain has forecasted this trip into infinity and sees an eventual problem developing.
This is why we like to stupefy ourselves at lakes and beaches. Where distant boats aren’t traveling forward through time. They're just moving pictures with no lives attached to them. We like the comfort of images that move without moving through time. This is why we like watching tiny cars move on a highway across the horizon. This is why we like waves lapping on a beach. Because they just keep coming. They move, but they don’t change. There’s no need to apply vectors of time to these thoughts. But my God, then there are these messy vector thoughts, please have mercy, don’t stop, these thoughts which have me dangling prostrate on an escalator, gripping the handrail for dear life, out of breath and sweating, while my feet are rising a few yards ahead of me.
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This is because the brain, which has sent the stomach downstairs to worry, can’t think in single stationary points when it comes to objects in transit. The brain attaches vectors to its thoughts, extending out into infinity, because our brains assume, correctly, according to Einstein, that these objects will stay in transit. We see a problem coming eventually. Even though the escalator is short, the brain has forecasted this trip into infinity and sees an eventual problem developing.
This is why we like to stupefy ourselves at lakes and beaches. Where distant boats aren’t traveling forward through time. They're just moving pictures with no lives attached to them. We like the comfort of images that move without moving through time. This is why we like watching tiny cars move on a highway across the horizon. This is why we like waves lapping on a beach. Because they just keep coming. They move, but they don’t change. There’s no need to apply vectors of time to these thoughts. But my God, then there are these messy vector thoughts, please have mercy, don’t stop, these thoughts which have me dangling prostrate on an escalator, gripping the handrail for dear life, out of breath and sweating, while my feet are rising a few yards ahead of me.
Later