Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Holding Your Breath And Swimming For The Reasoning--

When mired in the darkness of one’s soul, it seems that-- metaphorically, at least- we swim in our own depths with flailing strokes before we surface again and blow out our noses and throats and shake out our ears.

It is like the darkness eventually turns into a deep blue spatial arena where creatures swim around us but leave us be.

They seem to know we’ve come from the dark chasm and survived, and that intimidates them a little, I believe.

Either that, or I’m just plain nutty.

I was trying to figure out today what my deepest thought was. What was the thought I’ve thunk that has sunk the mostest? What thought have I trolled for and caught, dragging it up from the foggiest of bottoms?

I had to think about that one for awhile.

Thinking about a thought about a thought gets one thinking for awhile, I’ll tell you that.

It’s all so murky in here with me, and the currents run awful strong.

My deepest thought…

My deepest thought…

My deepest thought…

Am I allowed to use a snorkel?



Since my truck is on its last legs, I didn’t renew the insurance on it, and I didn’t register it when the tags expired.

Yes, that’s right. I drive in a vehicle that is uninsured and without registration, and not only that, the license plate light bulb is burned out and the windshield is cracked badly and one of my rear view mirrors hangs limply and points my vision straight down at the side door. The tires are illegally bald and it is criminal how much dog hair floats in the air in the cab when I roll the windows down…

But I only work just down the street and so I am running it out of its existence by commuting a few thousand yards down the street in it. See where this is going?

A funnel.

One of those long ones, that one can use for putting fuel in a tank in a hurry without spilling it all over, because one is afraid to drive one's truck down the highway out of sheer terror to the gas station.

One of those really big ones where the opening on one end is really small, and the opening on the other end gets really, really big, because one has to bring back gas in a five gallon can to avoid prison time.

If it weren’t for the gas taste, you would want to hold this funnel up to your lips and blow the cows home. Or the Niners on to another Superbowl. Or whatever…

That’s my deepest thought, in its' most basic form- amazingly represented by a long and enormously expanding funnel.

Neat, huh?

How many of you have your deepest thought represented by a black poly-plastic funnel that smells like Unleaded?

OK. So here is how it works. Wash the funnel so it no longer burns when you put your eye up to the smaller end, and then put your eye up to the smaller end.

That’s it.

My deepest thought.

“YOU CAN’T SEE HOW MUCH YOU CAN SEE BECAUSE YOU START OUT LOOKING THROUGH A SMALL APERATURE AND THEN HOPE TO EXPAND IT LATER.”

Oh yeah, and Hammerheads are never cross-eyed…




What is your deepest thought?

15 comments:

slaghammer said...

“What is your deepest thought?”
I’m going to completely ignore the possibility that your question might be rhetorical, so here we go.
“Empathy.”
Every human emotion that has ever been converted to physical action can be traced back to the degree to which empathy has been either suppressed or embraced. In an all-or-nothing sense, war can’t exist in the presence of it and religion can’t survive without it. In a real world sense, empathic tendencies, ranging from practical non-existence to overblown, form the basis of a person's contribution to humanity. It can be measured in the trail of happiness and misery a person leaves behind them as they blunder through life. It is the piece of the puzzle that provides context to the saying, “It is not how you love that counts, but how you are loved.” It is the answer to all of the world’s woes. Unfortunately, the balance of power will always swing in favor of greed and hate because that is human nature. For me, thinking about it causes the same type of frustration I get when I try to wrap my head around concepts like “infinity” and Britney Spears.

none said...

I wonder if other people see the world the same way I do or if everything looks one way to me and completely different to every other individual in a way that cannot be explained in words.

Anonymous said...

Well, this isn't very deep, but WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOUR BANNER???

Anonymous said...

I am the meaning of life and death.

Capricorn Cringe said...

I'll have to think (a deep thought) about this later ... it's time to go to work. Eck. I love what you're doing with your blog lately - and love the new banner(s)

Hey, a bloggy award! How cool are you?? If you participate, I'll vote for you :)

Lizza said...

That great white shark pic is just freaky.

One thought I just came up with after reading this post: Look through a funnel from the big end to block out the unnecessary and distracting stuff and to focus on that one, important thing you see--something that needs your undivided attention--outside the funnel's small opening.

Congrats on the Battle of the Blogs nomination!

little things said...

My deepest thought consists of my considering the miracle of the telephone .... that voice can travel across wires instantaneously.
And the fax machine? Forget about it.
From these two thoughts, I look around and realize if I can't fathom a landline, and my cell phone can ring, and I can't see the waves that transmit a voice wirelessly to my cell, what else is out there I can't see?
I just know there are worlds of 'unseen' all around us every day, yet we travel amongst it all, never giving it a thought.
Well, except for me.

Cheesy said...

First off my vote is for just plain nutty. :o)

Lately my deepest thoughts have been centering around my Mom.. now alone since we lost Dad,, I'm trying very hard to remember that she has lost the love of her life and isn't adapting well to her alone time.. I find I am losing patience with her and I feel like a piece of chit alot of the time. I know what she is going thru yet somehow can't reach down into my soul and be the daughter I know she needs right now. Thankfully she is a loving woman and knows even at my age Im a work in progress...

PS.. I noticed your comment about losing your reply to Ham's post... lately before I hit the "publish your comment" button I have been copying my replies.. saves alot of hair pulling trying to remember what I have typed if it doesn't go thru.. [just an idea]

Scott from Oregon said...

OK, Kylie. Here is what happened. Everything I do is self-taught. Everything I remember how to do, I've done a few times. Getting in and changing codes and messing around with stuff simply teaches me how to get in and mess around.

I'm one of those peole who actually go to a school and hit tennis balls up against a wall to get better at it.

You missed the black banner from the cemetary, you lucky unscared girl.

Scott from Oregon said...

Slaghammer-- yes, empathy or a John Lennon song. Good stuff...

Hammer-- Your filtering system that your brain uses to keep you from overloading with senses (I believe autism is caused when this doesn't function well) guarantees that you percieve the world differently than everyone else. Cool, huh?

d-man. Wow. Deep and simple. How does that translate to beers again?

lizza-leave it to you to turn around the funnel... teehee...

cheesy- Slaghammer ha some advice that might help...

it's the little things-- ahh, but one thing to consider, is that telephones and such all operate on well established scientific principles...

Science did that. And it can be explained to you using repeatable experiments with predictable outcomes.

Science is wonderfully mystical, in my mind...

Anonymous said...

Scott, keeping up with your posts is a full time job, dammit! Stop being so prolific!

Crystal said...
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CS said...

You are in a different sort of place lately. And htis is too much a question to answer lightly, so I'll be back...

Nikky said...

My deepest thoughts lately have been regarding my worthiness with the blessings I have in my life. I am feeling very much like Wayne and Garth bowing at the feet of Alice Cooper, I am not worthy.
Without detail-delving, I will leave it at that, I am not worthy, and I wonder why I have what I have in spite of my lack of worthiness.

Jean said...

This is a very different kind of blog, isn't it?
uh... that's my deepest thought for the moment. It's very late.