Wherever
you are, there are worlds you don't even know about. This ain't
no goddamn mofomufunkinmotherfucking alien sheeit, this is some
deep spiritual shit dude, this shit is so deep and meaningful
man, that um... you um... might fall in or something. All you
need to do to reach these worlds you don't know about is open the
door and walk. Now. Whatever you are wearing, whatever you have
with you, just open the door. Walk. Turn left or right if you
want. Follow routes you know until you come to routes you don't
know. Keep walking a bit more from there, and you will find new
worlds. Settle down there if you like, keep walking if you don't.
If you are really daring you can enter the mechanised age and
take a car, bus, train, (no taxis), ship or plane. Or anything
else that helps you go to new worlds. If you're scared of going
just in your flimsy t-shirt, shorts, no wallet and bare feet in
this weather, then you are perfectly justified (as long as you
don't mind being looked down upon) in planning, and packing up as
much as you can carry from your present world and opening the
door, walking, and disappearing. Your old world will run out
eventually. You will be somewhere new.
I'm
not advocating change at all. I'm not telling you to run away
without telling anyone. In fact, if you were to ask me, I would
advise you to continue to stagnate the status quo. I would advise
you to find your life and world that you love and be lazy, bored,
but still inexplicably happy. Find your life and sleep. What I am
telling you to do is be aware that there are worlds out there
that you don't even know about. You have your safe little bubble
where you have all the answers, to the point that you can
pre-empt the questions, but I tell you, in my rôle as a sort of
abusive father figure, that you know nothing. Walk. Find new
questions. Answer them. Walk. Find new questions. Answer them.
Walk. The leeriness of Time tells you that you must form your own
religion, and place your finger on dots, which is all well and
good, but ultimately you are left with answers. What the hell
kinda good is that mofomufunkingmotherfucking sheeit dude?
The
Bermuda Triangle, to stay eerily on topic, despite your petty
objections, is not what you thought it to be. The Bermuda
Triangle is - and don't ask me how I know this, cos I'm probably
about to tell you, if you would only be patient for two fucking
seconds - a triangular shaped hole in the cloud that roams around
the world, wherever the wind takes it. It doesn't consign itself
to Bermuda; it just happens that the nature of the wind patterns
around this crazy planet we call Bob stretch it bigger than
anywhere else when it gets to Bermuda, and foolish pilots look
up, say to their co-pilots "Well I'll be goddamned... Will
you look at that, Jeremy?" Next thing they don't know, they
are as dead as the last poor fool who wondered at geometry. The
one answer I don't have about this is whether the Bermuda
triangle is a pyramid of empty space within clouds, a triangular
prism, or just a flat plane. When I saw it this morning, I could
see all the way through it, which would suggest that it wasn't a
pyramid. Further than that, I wouldn't really like to speculate.
I have a new world where I don't have answers.