Most days I feel like Charlie Babbitt sitting in a completely white room with no toothpicks to count. Its possible to imagine toothpicks laying on the floor but it wouldnt accomplish any task. Once the imaginary sticks are counted I would need to immediately need to repeat the process with a new set. The fact that the brain could possible do this thousands, perhaps millions, of times a second would leave someone locked into an eternal stupor for the rest of their lives. It would be quicker to just already know the number and imagine seeing them on the floor but I would miss out on the fun of counting toothpicks to begin with. Being aware that there is no toothpicks to count at all is the worse. Is there a point to make? I think so. Either one understands what I mean and is as crazy as I am or they view the madness from the outside and could spend their entire lives trying to understand that person. Whats more insane than trying to understand the insanity of others? I suppose we now end up with three types people with different attitudes towards the insane. People who do try and understand these people. They would probably be loved ones such as a Wife and Children. Perhaps a Mother, Father, Brother or Sister. The closer they are to the insane person, the more they may try and understand them. There would now be a second group. The second group already knows its impossible and ignores these people. They may see their life as meaningless and a waste of space. They drive by or walk past them in a store and make a point to not think about their insanity. In some cases, they feel bad-or make themselves believe they do, but can do nothing about it. They would rather them go away and be put into that solid white room with no toothpicks to count and forget they exist. The third type of person is other people locked into their own eternal madness. Their input is probably irrelevant since they would have nothing to think about at all-except their own attempts at counting something that isnt there. Hypothetically, there could be a single bland room, devoid of any stimulus, with 3 insane people and they wouldnt even interact with each other one bit. From the outside, one must still see them as 3 separate people-though it wouldnt matter if they were all in one room or if they each had their own. In the end, considering how people view themselves-how their loved ones see them-how strangers see them, it makes no difference at all since were stuck in our own empty world trying to find a box of toothpicks that were dropped on the floor to count. Once again, the worse part is that I am aware that there is none and that no one dropped one to count at all.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 10:11:01 +0000