Callahan - Unified Quantum String Theory Day
So I was on the toilet today, seated, as I'm sure you can imagine, with the stoic professionalism of a rodeo cowboy -- and aren't we all when it comes to that? -- and I was pursuing an avenue of thought with the sort of unchecked and primal enthusiasm of a person pounding another person's face into unrecognizability -- all poetic interpretations quite withstanding -- puzzling over the potential karmic ramifications of a way to repurpose the 'God-conciousness-directed Life Force Energy' or Reiki in perhaps devious ways unhindered by the energy's supposed healing-only infallibity, taking into account the consequential user-danger maintained through the constant connection to the God-consciousness Source after Reiki attunement; potential Thumb-Crushing death thereof -- truth-seeking tangents pertaining to sustained illusions of morality and other dualistic reckonings that cycle humanity through a misunderstood karmic training wheel -- under all, the prospect of learning and interacting at God level, pragmatically denying the classic source-return method of simple death (or as before: death through karmic threat resolution) -- to be sure, a fully-involved cacophony. This brain noise was so distracting to the rest of my body that my sphincter, it seems, forgot to do its job -- this after ninteteen years of dedicated and unfailing service. The result was a single length of thick floating brown choo choo train that covered almost the entire circumference of the waterline. As long as my forearm, including my fist, and three fingers wide. Needless to say I was excited and yelled frantically for my family to come see it. I shuffled downstairs to get the photo camera, taking small steps to minimize the unwiped sensation. I convinced my father and sister to see it (my sister with considerable reluctance having attended the Red-and-Green Poo exhibit many months ago), and then tragedy struck. Just as I was about to capture its glory forevermore with my camera, my magnum opus broke it twain. I keened.
It is now a memory, intangible, lost to the swirling pipeline. But for a time it was dear to me. I shall call it Unified Quantum String Theory, and October 19th shall be called Unified Quantum String Theory Day, from this day forth.
There is the thought, now in the twilight silence, that the mighty single thread of excrement represents something greater, something I have been striving to discover for many moons. Hidden in its symbolism, I suspect, lies the heart of Threadwalking. But what is that?
Months ago, I felt a change in the wind, and told you of it. I told you to expect cutting-edge philosophies that would feel like a punch in the face. The punch still gathers its chi. But I think Threadwalking will be it. I have more I need to know before I write about it. More I need to learn...
The world turns. People eat, and then they poo.
I must think on this.
It is now a memory, intangible, lost to the swirling pipeline. But for a time it was dear to me. I shall call it Unified Quantum String Theory, and October 19th shall be called Unified Quantum String Theory Day, from this day forth.
There is the thought, now in the twilight silence, that the mighty single thread of excrement represents something greater, something I have been striving to discover for many moons. Hidden in its symbolism, I suspect, lies the heart of Threadwalking. But what is that?
Months ago, I felt a change in the wind, and told you of it. I told you to expect cutting-edge philosophies that would feel like a punch in the face. The punch still gathers its chi. But I think Threadwalking will be it. I have more I need to know before I write about it. More I need to learn...
The world turns. People eat, and then they poo.
I must think on this.