Monday December 5th 2011 Tim
Once stranded in purgatory
a mind begins to wonder whether there has been some kind of bureaucratic
error. It drifts from place to place, waiting for its case to be
heard, and I would suggest that in order to prevent an equivalent to
shopping frenzy at a Best Buy, a mind in purgatory necessarily has
limited access to other minds in purgatory. There is no sitting around
with associated gossip, no place to debate, no lunch room.
I sometimes think how nice it would
be if a mind in purgatory, possessed at least something with windows that
can close, and perhaps a radio station that only plays Rolling Stones tunes,
a stock of cold beer, a supply of ham or bacon sandwiches, a coffee or
ice-cream maker and a good view of the archangel directing traffic.