Tuesday July 10th 2012 Tim
species I belong to, can quickly fall prey to paranoid delusion. We are
all of us prone to grandeur, which is a word that can be defined as ‘a
sense of importance.’ This simple illusion makes us mostly frightened of
our world, because our world generally does not consider us in the least
important. And I’d argue that this is an ultimate cause of the cohesion
that can occasionally be seen amongst us. We band together around
meaning, because that’s how we deal with the impasse of fear. And I say
this as one who puts words into the ether for no other reason than the
sense of grandeur it gives me.
and especially so when I find myself pandering to fear by using phrases such
as “Knife-like mandible” or “Sock Bomb.” Astonishing what such words do for
numbers. And today I intend to achieve a statistical anomaly by entering the
phrases “Sarin Gas” “VX Gas,” "Mole Bean," “Two hundred Australians,” and
“Higgs Imposter.” It'll be robots, haunting the ether, which will hunt
such connections down. Then someone well paid to be frightened might grade
me. "Against," "Homeland Security,"
"Successful," "Free At Last," "Christmas In July." By this time
tomorrow, if I'm still here, I may have a real number.