BVE’s meditations
I heard an interesting song on the radio yesterday, about a man who has a bottomless hole behind his barn, and for years, his family and himself have been throwing all their garbage and broken tractors into it. he never can figure how deep it is, so he builds an device from rope and a four claw tub and lowers himself down, when the rope runs out, he cuts it, and begins to fall. the song is told from the perspective of him still falling, which is unique. but he screws it up at the end by offering up some skewed logic - rhetorically incorrect - I'll never believe this hole is bottomless till i hit the bottom - wouldnt that suggest his thinking would not shift, but he would then become a believer. I feel, if Dante Allegro had a john deer and a barn and a hole as such, he would have done something simililar - I myself would have chosen a friend or a dog who knew how to use a handheld, and sit at the top of the hole eating fresh fruit and waiting for the returns.
meanwhile: life is not what you make of it, it is what you make of others' lives.
