A continuation of the Onion
It's almost like a game. More and more things are coming at us faster and faster. The pace of everything is increasing yet the more that comes the less there actually is. What if all these things are just amusements that are meant to keep us off the track?
Let's compare it to a tree.
The trunk of the tree is the meaning of life. It is thick and grounded in the earth. But as we break down our experience into branches they get thinner and thinner, Sports, entertainment, recreation, hobbies, literature, music on and on.
these brancches break out further and get thinner and thinner, football, television, camping, needlepoint, fantasy, classical on and on.
of course these branch out even further and get thinner and thinner and it is to the point now that we are so very far away from the trunk that we can't see it anymore. We don't even remember where it was or even that it was there. We just hop from twig to twig at a furious pace chasing nothing. Someday we will fall.
Let's compare it to a tree.
The trunk of the tree is the meaning of life. It is thick and grounded in the earth. But as we break down our experience into branches they get thinner and thinner, Sports, entertainment, recreation, hobbies, literature, music on and on.
these brancches break out further and get thinner and thinner, football, television, camping, needlepoint, fantasy, classical on and on.
of course these branch out even further and get thinner and thinner and it is to the point now that we are so very far away from the trunk that we can't see it anymore. We don't even remember where it was or even that it was there. We just hop from twig to twig at a furious pace chasing nothing. Someday we will fall.