The Obscure

God have I nothing better to do than to sit here writing blog updates? Do I seriously have no better way to spend my time than to write dumb posts over and over, checking every ten minutes to see if I have new comments?
I maintain that I do not.

It is my contention, or at least it has been my contention since my consciousness has reached a high enough rank for me to be accepted in this cantankerous world as one competent to create a convoluted contention, that my contentions are usually contemptible, and therefore not very easy to contend with.
Fortunately I am content with that contention, and accept this immortal conundrum as my current state of affairs.
It is weird to be one of mind, soul, and body. It is weirder to have your mind, soul, and body be one such as Ours; Us of course being the bipedal mouth-breathers currently positioned at the frontlines of reason on this terrestrial ball. It is weirder still to be one such as us, and to think in a way that separates you from the rest. It is weirder even still when one does realize that none of Us are truly separated in thought from the rest. It is weirdest, when you forget that and feel isolated and ostracized.
There are some on this rock who do love a slice of cake, some who like a slice of pie. I prefer tea. Don't ask me why, cause I honestly don't know. I don't know why Pie and Cake are mutually exclusive, and I don't know why I personally would, if given the option, choose Tea as the ordained edible object of my pallete's peculiar disposition; I know only that I am a slave to the wills of my body, and must choose so solely for the flavor of it all.
There are some who'll go further to this end, choose say, light over dancing, rugs over cats, and again I cannot explain these urges. Just think for a moment on it, honestly consider what you personally would do if someone put before you a Barrel and a pair of Scissors and said, "Choose only ONE."
What would you choose?
I myself would choose the idea not presented, the one thing I would choose would be the option not to choose at all. Given the pair of scissors I would be deprived the barrel, and vica versa, t'other way round, and so forth and so on into eternity.
Taking the option not to choose, I am left with yet another choice, and in that find a flaw in the reasoning of whatever power hungry madman presented me with this choice to begin with; I now can choose whether to take both or neither.
Or can I?
Think about it further, would I then be left with the choice of choosing whether or not to choose whether to take both or neither over the choice of choosing one of the two? But then, I have the choice of whether or not to choose one of THOSE paths, which leaves me with yet another alley to explore.

We will fight that battle when we reach it. As of now, though... we must stop that madman before he kills us all.
He could be giving scissors into the hands of babies, barrels into the hands of Mighty Gorillas.
Dear God. Think of the destruction, the beautiful wanton waste.

Goodbye for the present, there is a monster inside my brain, and he craves Cake. Or is it Tea?