Consider the Turtle

Or don’t. It doesn’t really matter to me. Seriously. When I think about the things that are worthy of consideration, whether or not you consider the turtle doesn’t even make it on the top 500. But I’m beginning to think that this perspective is not in keeping with the public at large.
Let’s be honest. There are a helluva lot of people out their giving a helluva lot of attention and care to some super serious horse shit.
Bugger ‘em.
Relax, bro. You can’t really help it that you got involved in this situation, now do what’s right and get out.
Simple as.
But why does it seem like we want that kind of thing going on in the first place? It is as if people put themselves in these situations deliberately—if only to have something interesting to talk about.
My most extreme apologies if I don’t give a flying fuck about who’s fucking who. Excuse me if the goings on of Ryan Reynolds or Brad Pitt or one of the new ones that I’m not even aware of don’t have any bearing WHATSOEVER on my existence. Reading about other people’s shitty or glorious lives does nothing for me unless it’s surrounded by a few hundred pages so I can know EVERYTHING—or at least everything I’m supposed to know. This dealing in portions from parties to create a feast always winds up tasting foul.
I am distrustful of law because it deals with types and not individual instances. In higher courts you cite court precedent, but as soon as you do you are saying, “This is the same type of thing.” Nothing is ever the same. Nothing.
On the other hand, it is only through the proceedings of the trial that we can all attempt a kind of more-appropriate judgment.
If you dig too deeply into the facts, the facts will overwhelm you. If you don’t dig deep enough, they all begin to look the same.
What I’m saying is precisely the opposite of the unintended intentionality that you’ve recently been reading so much about.
Consulting slowly now the last remaining brain cells bent on creation, what do we find but that which can be created can create
or destroy and that which can be destroyed can be created or destroyed.
Does that mean we’re all creators and destroyers?
Yes.
Yes, it does.
There once was a man named Roderick Jason Taffeta. Rodi, as his sister called him, was consistently careful.
Careful to jump out of airplanes only when the proper altitude had been reached. Careful to ensure that the bungee cable had been checked thoroughly before dropping 143 meters and screaming for what seemed like ever. Careful to pack exactly two days of food and no map for the three day hike in the mountains. Careful to experience as much as he could as safely as he could.
“Give recklessness a go!” came the din.
“No.”
“Once?!?!”
“I’ll do just about anything once, if it seems to be worth it… which only a vast array of experiences can tell you.”
“You are a strange sort of fellow… saying nothing and something simultaneously.”
“Thirsting I see.”
“Right…”
“We got hotdogs and American cheese on slices of bread with Mac and Cheese for dinner Rodi,” called his sister from somewhere in the distance, “come on down.”
Awesome, he thought to himself… Awesome to the max…