Mar 16, 2009 09:07
Shintoism Proven in the Women's Lavatory!
I swear. I need some kind of blackberry phoney type device so I can post bloggies during the daylight hours. As I'm running around downtown during lunch, or even running to the little girls' room, I end up seeing something that inspires a philosophical, metaphysical, or musical pondering.
At this point, I have a whole month's worth of musings which have been lost to the abyss! Of course the HB would say, "They're not lost, they're just re-absorbed for further processing and refinement." Nah, I know me. Ideas lost at that moment are ideas gone forever.
Like, today. Today, Shintoism was proven in the Women's Lavatory! The hands - free faucets (and the automatic lavatories that want to play bidet for a day) seem to be possessed with their own consciousness.
One faucet in particular, was playing with me. I stroked it gently, let it know that it was ok... tried to calm it's anxiety. "Did I turn you on, baby? Don't worry, you can turn off now... there's no one that needs you right now." Oops. Did I just hurt your feelings?
Reminds me of how many people (myself included) believe that their car has personality. How about a spirit, even? What exactly is this THING that happens which makes some cultures indoctrinate a theory of inanimate objects having feelings, or spirits? And why is it that the shampoo bottles feel the need to blatantly kamikaze my feet some mornings?
Can this THING that occurs which is demonstrated by sometimes misdirected erratic behavior inanimate objects be explained by advanced mathematicians, or physicists in some kind of chaotic string cheese theory?
So, inanimate objects... are they alive? What is LIFE exactly, when exactly is something a sentient being, vs being controlled by sentinels around them. Who are the sentinels, and who watches the watchmakers who made the watchmen?
Shintoism, shamanism, some native American and Inuit beliefs, old Celtic or druid religions, and btw, just what would Jesus say about all of this?
Jesus, the one who pointed at the fig tree, cursed it for all eternity as if it were a living thing with an eternal soul. I wonder, is there a sect of vampire fig trees spawning about? Oh yeah. Olives. Maybe? Maybe once upon a time there were only green olives, and at the time of the great fig cursing, black olives were born! lol.
Well, yeah. All this proving I need myself a way to blog during the day.
A day when I almost fall prey
to a toilet who wishes to be
a bidet for a day.
Or not.
lol.