I’m blessed to live at the moment that I do-though
because I am alive you feel slightly less blessed about your life and the
timing involved in it. I think that has to do with eggs and how they’re
prepared.
Anyway, thanks to the communion and convergence of dumb
boxes and devices like the one I’m typing this on and you’re reading it on we
can launch satellites, calculate the number nanoseconds involved in any form of
experimentation you can imagine, converse with people like, and unlike, us
across the planet.
The marvels are so numerous and pervasive I almost cannot
blame the Third (and now Fourth and Fifth, I think) World for wondering why we in the
First World haven’t cured all of us of all our ills already.
I suspect it has to do with how much time we devote to
researching answers to questions like “how long is it?” I don’t pretend to know (or know
of) women who discuss their personal and vital statistics and truth to tell, I
have never had a conversation with any man on earth (or elsewhere)
about such things but there's certainly enough speculation about the shape and size of things South of the Border.
Even under extreme and exigent circumstances such as
being adrift in a life raft, if I couldn’t simply respond by invoking Longfellow and leaving it at that, I’d have to deploy
the Chapman defense and hope for a message
rather than a specimen in the bottle.
- bill kenny
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