babble

Today I was planning dinner for the family, and it made me wonder: Did cannibals plan dinner the way we do? “Oh, we have a leftover arm hanging above the rock pile, we should eat it soon!“

This principle question was then followed by many others:

Did they shop at specific other tribes? Did they eat “out”? Was there delivery (intentional or otherwise)? Did they make the kids all sit down to eat with them at the same time? Was chanting allowed at the dinner table? What would have been considered bad table manners? Did they prioritize eating rude people over nice ones? Did their kids hate liver too? Was skinless flesh healthier to eat? Was there a use for toenails and other leftover bits? How did they have “wings night”? ...

Given that there are only a few tribes on the planet that still practice cannibalism, these questions may not be so easily answered. And since you can't just start practicing it at home, it would be very hard to do a controlled experiment. “Hey, kids! Guess who's coming as dinner!“

#babble #cannibalism #tablemanners

Waking up is hard to do. You have to leave behind everything you spent forever dreaming about. Loved ones. Accomplishments. Lottery winnings. That new car. Even the gunfight, a trip to another planet, or high-speed chase across your dreamscape. And let's not forget about being yanked from one of your, ahem, more steamier mental moments. Daydreams or night dreams, waking up is hard to do...

#babble #dreams

The road stretched out in front of me. Not so much inviting me to follow its path, but teasing me that it was the easy way. Taunting that I was too scared to pull off into the grass, break through the fence and cut my own path.

The road knew more about me than I liked. It knew when I wanted to go left or right, and let me. It knew when I needed to go further, and stretched out the distance. It knew when I wanted to stop, and gave me a spot to rest.

But it was wrong in the end, I wasn't scared. I follow the easy path for my own reasons. To get what I need. To conserve energy. To bide my time.

I can turn off, go through the grass, and knock down that fence... Any time I want.

#babble #decisions

Long days are scientifically proven to only have 24 hours. But unlike short days, which are also 24 hours, they have a higher density of “things to endure...”. Be that pain, suffering, boredom, or hopefully something more enjoyable. Something that was able to take all of your focus and attention, and pull on your sense of time until it slowed down to a bare crawl. A diminishing tick, tock, ticking out of sync with time kept by machines or the spinning of our planet.

#babble #temporal

I wake to the insistent voice of my alarm. It demands that I abandon my dreams and give it my undivided attention. But, does it deserve to be obeyed? It has done nothing each day but abruptly pushes me out of my cozy nest into the harsh world to fend for myself. Its job done, it cares little if I live or die, or if I return each night. It just resets and waits. Ready to ambush me in the morning... Resets, and waits.

#babble #waking

I figured it out, I cracked the code!!! Moses was training to be the Avatar! Following the training cycle: He was probably an Earth Bender to start, then learned Fire Bending at the Burning Bush, Air Bending during the Ten Plagues, and Water Bending at the Red Sea. The 40 years that followed were probably spent in the spirit world!

#babble #biblical #avatar #moses