Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 28 January 2017
Chip off the old block
I am going to try and see if I can spend this weekend untoubled by the gathering darkness of Mordor. Yes, I occasionally notice the deep red flashes of lighting coming from the pall of dark clouds which hang over the black mountains on the distant horizon, but I am taking the weekend off.
Last night I Facetimed Green Eyes and found her in a London pub with a couple of friends. This is the sort of technology which was dreamt about when I was her age, and I still hardly have the slightest notion of how it all works. I doubt I ever will.
Every now and then I have an arrogant and unworthy thought, but the thinking of it makes me feel so lonely that I soon try and drive it from my mind. It involves not only being the only being in the world, but the only being in the universe. Now you understand why I try not to think like this any more than I can.
In one way it is egocentricity taken to the most extreme level imaginable, and in the other it is only what monotheists have been trying to convince us of for years.
In the same way that things are brought into the world by sheer imagination - like Facetime and iPhones - the same could easily apply to everything - absolutely every material thing in the universe from one end to the other, if there is an end. Good people, bad people, motorcars, houses, trees, plants, animals, dreams and nightmares - all the product of imagination, but whose?
It is a good job that we cannot take it in all in one go and still stay alive. That way madness lies.