Since I’m unmotivated lately to do any serious work, I find myself with some free moments to ponder life’s great mysteries:
— Is there an afterlife? If so, what’s it like?
— Are we alive with a purpose, to play a small role in a Greater Plan?
— Why do kids like to stick stuff up their noses?
If you have answers to any of these, please post. I have more questions. Perhaps this will be a bi-weekly feature of my blog?
Last night Ellie jammed a button up her nose. I guess she didn’t learn the lesson of the five Cheerios last year. Why? Does it feel good? Powerful? (Since she’s number three, I could get on board with this theory.) Is she a budding scientist concerned with cause and effect? Why a button, when so many other options — Legos, beads, coins — are accessible in our under-childproofed household?
Maybe she has some deeper knowledge of the universe — if I can stuff this into an orifice, I am alive, and therefore important, meaningful. No one else has an opening like my nostril.
I jam, therefore, I am.
Nietzche would have been proud.