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Think Like A Watermelon
"There is no earthly reason why that must sit there."
"Okay."
"Ehm, right. That's not a whole lot better, to be honest."
"Okay."
"Okay, listen, that is actually worse than either of the first two places for it."
"Ehm."
"And get your hands out of your pockets, you look like a delinquent."
"..."
"Okay, right. So then."
"Okay."
"No, no, don't put it there. That's not good. And, besides, I think you can see that from the outside, there. That's no good."
"Okay."
"Ehm."
"..."
"Ehm... How did you manage to get that many jam doughnuts, anyway, and what possessed you to sculpt them into a remarkably accurate, I have to give you that, copy of the Taj Mahal?"
Self-determination.
It is that struggle to define yourself (that being the self in question, and not, say, your next door neighbour's self, that sort of determining involves either long-range hypnotism or subliminal messages cut into their garden every weekday for probably a month, though I've seen people get by on less).
Define yourself in the bitter face of stuff.
Stuff like bitter-faced stuff that doesn't help you determine who you are (the Cartesians in the audience are likely nodding their heads, or seeming to nod their heads, though neither I nor they could tell you whether it was due to tiredness or agreement. The Spinoza or Leibniz camp turning up their noses at the Cartesians, just because that's what they tend to do, whether it's the shopping list the Cartesians are making up or making broad and sweeping statements about sticks in water.) and may, in fact, prohibit you from determining yourself. Or at least make it incredibly difficult to concentrate while in the process of trying to exert self-determination on yourself.
So bees count as stuff. I can never manage to concentrate with bees around, not that I'm particularly allergic to them or anything, nor am I particularly (again) fussed if I get stung, it's just the anticipation, really. Will they, won't they? And then I always wind up being reminded of the bee's knees, which distracts me even further, not entirely sure how comfortable I feel visualising the anatomy of bees, and whether or not that counts as deviant, which could be a small hitch in self-determination, as deviance is fine and all, but would you head off intending to be deviant as part of a larger self-determining type of thing? Probably not, is my guess.
So anyway.
There's no limit to the perseverance of humans, the indomitable will, free, as well, determining all sorts of stuff, so long as there aren't too many distractions about. Which is wholly plausible.
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And never the twain shall meet.
The preceding episode may or may not have contained continuity and coherence amongst itself, nevermind reference to outside issues, articles, or schools of thought.
For April Fools' Day we have an oldie but a thing for your enjoyment and edification.
Ah, those heady days, heady, heady days, when we hadn't quite sussed the meaning of the word 'schedule.' Or 'proper editing.' Or quite a number of others.
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Yer Weekly Horoscopes. You wacky stargazer, you.