The Deepest Thoughts are Not Shallow

Voice 1:  I'm so deep right now I feel like I'm underneath an ocean.   Looking up at the sky, what do you see?

Voice 2:  I see the wisp of the clouds that remind me of the mist in the corners of my mind.

Voice 1:  I feel the corners of my mind like a bygone era.  Streaming in transcendence, yet lucid as a spider web in the morning dew.

Voice 2:  I see the airplane 30,000 feet high.  I see the spider 6 feet above the ground.  They look the same.  Perspective is all.

Voice 1:  Consider the spider, juxtaposed against the airplane.   If the spider was riding on the airplane and had a pilots license, would her eight limbs and their manipulations of the flight controls provide a more stable ride for the passengers if the plane encountered any turbulence?

Voice 2:  I see the fireflies lighting their asses.  I see the fireflies lighting their asses. I see the fireflies lighting their asses.  What does that make me?

Voice 1:  Somebody that is very intent on watching the posterior regions of the fireflies.  Additionally, if you are seeing double or triple vision, you may be someone who should consider seeing an ophthalmologist.

Voice 2:  Here we are in the dark cosmos without a light.  Who can provide us with a light of all that is known, unknown, yet to be known, and considered briefly, and then discarded?

Voice 1:  The fireflies that can light their asses can light the world.  It is like the thought, in the corner of your mind.

Voice 2:  Consider the silence and the birds breaking the silence.  If the bird, in its silence, defecates upon the pond, does it make a sound when the shit hits the water?

Voice 1:   Consider the clouds, like mitochondria in a vast cosmic play.  What is the genre of the play?  Is a tragedy or a divine comedy?

Voice 2:  The clouds are pink.  The sky is blue.  What color is a rainbow?

Voice 1:  If there is a rainbow in the dark, can anyone see it?  Can the birds in the morning wake up a rainbow that has slept through the night?

Voice 2:  If there is a rainbow in the night and the fluorescence of the algae of the sea lighted up the lightning bugs asses, is this not how Beethoven was inspired to compose Eroica?

Voice 1:   If we died right here and now on this dock, and they found us, would they be able to recreate our thoughts?  Or would they wonder if this was a dock, or a dock lobster?

Voice 2:  If we died on this dock, and they found this recording, they would think that we were mad? For is not all madness inspired by the inspiration of the divine?

Voice 1:  I must admit that I am slightly unhappy being stuck to this earth, without wings to explore the wispy clouds that circle overhead.

Voice 2:  Your mind is cosmic.  It can take you to the farthest reaches of the galaxy.   You must just let go.

Voice 1:  I don't want to hold her down, I don't want to break her crown, when she says, "Let's Go."   "I like the night life baby."

Voice 2:  I love the night life.  I love to boogie.  I like the disco, round.

Voice 1:  Three birds traverse the sky on an uplift.  One bird is shot by a shot gun and falls to the pond.  How many birds are left still traversing the sky on an uplift?

Voice 2:  There is a flight of geese flying in the sky.  In one flight, the V shape is longer than the others.  What does it mean?

Voice 1:  On the planet Quitar 8 in the far reaches of the Andromeda galaxy, the geese do not fly in a V shape.  Rather, they fly in the X shape.  The center goose in the X configuration achieves enlightenment, what does she posses that the other geese do not?

Voice 2:  The toilet paper that wipes the anus is my job description.

Voice 1:  Job said that his job was to clean up and wipe the anus of God.  He grew old this knight so bold, and o'er his heart a shadow, fell as he found, no sight of ground, that looked like God's anus.

Voice 2:  Job was not responsible for wiping the ass of God.  He was only responsible for applying the paper in a circular motion to dislodge the turds.  In this way, we, the turds of God, were set free from God's anus.

Voice 1:  My life feels like I'm driving a fast car through a wet paper bag.  And during the process, the car, powered by a Tesla lithium battery, loses its charge, thus making it a less than efficient mode of transportation, I complain to the FTC that the Tesla has misrepresented the power of its cars to drive though bags saturated with wetness, and in the process of my complaints, the stock of Tesla drops by 19 percent and in reaction to all this, Elon Musk, fearing catastrophe, launches his Space X rocket to Mars ahead of schedule, and without support, causing the Space X astronauts to land on Mars with limited provisions, and like in the Martian, are forced to grow their own tubers from the Martian soil. Yes, sometimes, my life feels like that or very analogous to that.

There is a different rendezvous now, away from the dock and Ranger Rick except for perhaps future purposes of nostalgia.  There is now air conditioning, and much better food:-)

In the Middle of the Nameless Podcast with the Gran Dante

"After Genesis, we thought there was a beginning.  And a word.

But after Darwin, we knew there was no end.   Of the chatter.

In the middle there is always parking.  And you can always find a seat. (Offer not valid in Chicago).

Sidekick (continuing):  Or as Steve Winwood used to say,  "when that old grey wind is blowing, and there is nothing left worth knowing."

Nameless:  Sidekick, I had no idea that you could write the poetry.  Let me reflect upon this further. No, indeed, upon further reflection, I still don't have the idea that you can write the poetry.  But the quote from the Winwood does give me pause.  What is indeed worth knowing?

Sidekick:  That you should never concern yourself with what other people are thinking of you, because they're not.

Nameless:  Hmmm.  And this is something that bothers you?

Sidekick:   It is merely a fact.

Nameless:  Well, I can tell you several things that are not worth knowing.  For example, how many teats are on a caterpillar.  That is not worth knowing.  But I think we should concern ourselves with things worth knowing, because after all, that is worth knowing.

Sidekick:  I think what is worth knowing is whether this fine wine, the Gran Dante Malbec 2009 was created by a vintner whose name was Dante, or whether the name of the wine was inspired by Dante Alighieri?  That is worth knowing.  It does not make a difference, because this is great wine whatever the fucker wants to call himself, but it is still worth knowing.

Nameless:  More to the point, I would like you to assume that there is a beautiful women with two cases of the Gran Dante in her basement cellar.  Now she, my friend, would be worth knowing.

Sidekick:  I would like to also know her in the biblical sense because it is written that the savior shall turn water into wine.  I would worship such a women with such wine readily available.

Nameless:  I also think it is also worth knowing the purpose of a mosquito in a vacuum.

Sidekick:  Maybe, but is this vacuum something that would sweep up debris from a carpet, or something that exists in the absence of an atmosphere in space?

Nameless:  Would there be any debris in the vacuum of space for a vacuum to sweep up?  

Sidekick:  Well, why would such a mosquito in a vacuum cross the road?  Was he trying to get to the human blood on the other side which would not exist in a vacuum or was he sucked to the other side by the great cosmic vacuum?  That is clearly worth knowing.  

Nameless:  I think such a mosquito achieved transcendence by realizing that the Gran Dante could be a substitute for the human blood, and  rather that crossing any road or living in any vacuum, he instead found a home in the basement of the aforementioned women with large breasts and the unlimited supply of Gran Dante.

Sidekick:  He was a very happy mosquito.

Namless:  Perhaps Sidekick we have discovered the cure for the Zika virus so that the Olympics in Rio can continue.   We bring the Gran Dante to Brazil, all such enlightened mosquitoes realize that the Gran Dante is superior to human blood, and all such mosquitoes cross the road from Brazil to Argentina to get the Gran Dante.  Problem solved.

Sidekick:  Well the Argentinians do deserve the fate a of a plague of mosquitoes by not honoring their foreign obligations.  That is not worth knowing, though.

Nameless: Something else that is worth knowing is whether your louver will make love to you on a rainy night.

Sidekick:  Well as Kenny Rabbit would say, I love the rainy night.

Nameless;  It is not Kenny Rabbit.

Sidekick:  It was Kenny Loggins.   He and Eddie Vedder had a love child and they named it Eddie Rabbitt.

Nameless:  Let me think of a computer algorithm then that best fits our predicament.  Perhaps it is the equation, that while you see a chance, you should take it.

Sidekick:  Because the puddles are on all you.