O Sweet Mystery of Life…

The interwebs, as it is known hereabouts, has joined the vast number of things that are a part of my daily life without my having any understanding of how or why it works.

Do you know what I mean?

OK, for now, let’s leave the interwebs alone. Frankly, I’m simple-minded enough to be amazed that the ceiling stays up. Seriously! How does it do that? Why doesn’t it fall in?

For land’s sake, people, if it were up to me and my vast knowledge of, oh, nothing at all, we’d still be living in caves, fighting over mostly-gnawed knuckles.

I am continually surrounded by things that mystify me. For example, what about the white box in the kitchen, the so-called “microwave”? What is this thing that has taken the art of blowing up a hot dog from 15 minutes in boiling water to a mere two minutes?

Ceilings and microwaves are not the only things that confuse me. For example, I have no idea how the TV works. When I was very small, it was only in black and white and came housed in a piece of furniture the size of a twin bed.

Now? Once Willie and I have saved up enough money, our big, box-like TV will be replaced by a wafer-thin contraption that will hang from the wall and has a color picture so sharp you’ll think you’re having an acid flashback.

Fantastic!

And now that I’ve grown accustomed to dedicating anywhere from 25 to 225 minutes out of every day to writing, it’s become clear to me that I am sending myself out into the universe without a clue as to how it works.

Come to think of it, though, that’s what we all do, all day, every day, isn’t it? Step into a continually changing universe we know nothing about?

Hmmm. Oddly enough, I feel okay about that. The flat-screen TV, though, is still bumming me out.