It's left right and left again...
Penn says that luck is just the laws of probability taken personally. Well it so happens that the laws of probability can be pretty interesting. We often go along just happy as anything not expecting what is about to come down the pike. Sometimes it works for two beings at the same time. Look at me having a perfectly good day really happy. Headed for a lovely deli sandwich at The Roxy in ferment. My beetle just cruising along the road. I was excited.
From another point of view a rather small mind is just as unaware of me as I'm unaware of it. He or she hasn't got a clue I'm coming and I haven't got a clue it's coming. It doesn't have the mental capacity presumably to figure up the probability that I'm coming, nor does it apparently have the skill to look both ways. It is of course a squirrel.
I make a turn. I cruise up the wrong street. I hear a thud. On thinking back it was two thuds. I think I hit a can. I'm a little annoyed that I didn't see it. I hope it wasn't a bottle because it was kind of loud. Hope my tire is OK. I look up in the mirror just in time to see his little feet going and going. I see that he or she is already dead and I will spare you the details that allow me to be very sure with this conclusion. You can trust me, it was not suffering. I was.
I had to pull over and I just cracked like an egg. I cried and cried. I didn't go back. I did look down there and saw that it wasn't moving. Like I said it was unmistakably dead when I first saw it. Those little feet have reappeared in my head a few times today just running and running.
I got it together and was reminded again and again that it was an accident and I hadn't done anything on purpose. I went on and really enjoyed my sandwich. I am an atheist and I think of these things as evolution at work, but evolution is a sad sad thing. Be smart or die.
Look both ways. k?
From another point of view a rather small mind is just as unaware of me as I'm unaware of it. He or she hasn't got a clue I'm coming and I haven't got a clue it's coming. It doesn't have the mental capacity presumably to figure up the probability that I'm coming, nor does it apparently have the skill to look both ways. It is of course a squirrel.
I make a turn. I cruise up the wrong street. I hear a thud. On thinking back it was two thuds. I think I hit a can. I'm a little annoyed that I didn't see it. I hope it wasn't a bottle because it was kind of loud. Hope my tire is OK. I look up in the mirror just in time to see his little feet going and going. I see that he or she is already dead and I will spare you the details that allow me to be very sure with this conclusion. You can trust me, it was not suffering. I was.
I had to pull over and I just cracked like an egg. I cried and cried. I didn't go back. I did look down there and saw that it wasn't moving. Like I said it was unmistakably dead when I first saw it. Those little feet have reappeared in my head a few times today just running and running.
I got it together and was reminded again and again that it was an accident and I hadn't done anything on purpose. I went on and really enjoyed my sandwich. I am an atheist and I think of these things as evolution at work, but evolution is a sad sad thing. Be smart or die.
Look both ways. k?
posted by J.R. at 10:49 PM
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