Marked Questions
Why does everything have to begin with a question?
Whatever happened to good, old fashioned facts?
Not that old fashioned facts can be trusted, most of the time.
I mean, the earth isn't flat, neither is it the center of the universe, and the sun isn't a fiery chariot speeding across the sky. But thats beside the point, thats just a tangent, and the questions alone give far too many paths to follow.
Why so many avenues to explore and directions to take?
Its yet another query.
Add it to the list.
I truly believe that the question mark is the most parasitic form of grammar available to human communication. You'll find it wriggling its way under your skin, into your thoughts, throwing up barbs that pierce your sub conscience until all thats left is tattered material, which lets thoughts and ideas leak and merge, becoming lost and uniform. They stick like glue and are never satisfied, feeding off your attempt at answers, and reproducing at an exponential rate, leaving you lost in a swarm of writhing, insistent, unanswerable questions, and to notice them at all is to give them a new lease of life.
They annoy me on the most basic of levels, disgust me with their very nature, but I'm fascinated by them, drawn to them at every turn, like some fairground ride that you know will make you sick, but that you cannot possibly leave behind without traveling its length.
Its not as if these things ever reach a conclusion, they end up meandering around and around, like some crazy carousel, lights flashing, people laughing, screaming, music turning your brain inside out, until bang! the ride stops and you're back where you started, feeling vaguely ill, and without ever really knowing where you've been.
But I know where I've been, and I know how to get there again, and it doesn't seem to matter which path I choose, be it backwards, forwards or sideways, I'll still get there. So, I figure maybe I should just sit down here, and not go anywhere for a while, which is fine, until I look around and realise that there is here now, and this has all been a waste of time.
Whatever happened to good, old fashioned facts?
Not that old fashioned facts can be trusted, most of the time.
I mean, the earth isn't flat, neither is it the center of the universe, and the sun isn't a fiery chariot speeding across the sky. But thats beside the point, thats just a tangent, and the questions alone give far too many paths to follow.
Why so many avenues to explore and directions to take?
Its yet another query.
Add it to the list.
I truly believe that the question mark is the most parasitic form of grammar available to human communication. You'll find it wriggling its way under your skin, into your thoughts, throwing up barbs that pierce your sub conscience until all thats left is tattered material, which lets thoughts and ideas leak and merge, becoming lost and uniform. They stick like glue and are never satisfied, feeding off your attempt at answers, and reproducing at an exponential rate, leaving you lost in a swarm of writhing, insistent, unanswerable questions, and to notice them at all is to give them a new lease of life.
They annoy me on the most basic of levels, disgust me with their very nature, but I'm fascinated by them, drawn to them at every turn, like some fairground ride that you know will make you sick, but that you cannot possibly leave behind without traveling its length.
Its not as if these things ever reach a conclusion, they end up meandering around and around, like some crazy carousel, lights flashing, people laughing, screaming, music turning your brain inside out, until bang! the ride stops and you're back where you started, feeling vaguely ill, and without ever really knowing where you've been.
But I know where I've been, and I know how to get there again, and it doesn't seem to matter which path I choose, be it backwards, forwards or sideways, I'll still get there. So, I figure maybe I should just sit down here, and not go anywhere for a while, which is fine, until I look around and realise that there is here now, and this has all been a waste of time.
posted by Akashla at Wednesday, August 17, 2005
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