Thursday, August 09, 2007
Let me set the scene: At work, on the second floor, my office is the most distant point from the restroom. So, particularly after having knee surgery, it takes awhile to get there, and the mind has time to wander.
On a recent trek, I was thinking about how, essentially, we are all just tubes. Things go in one end and come out the other. Tubes.
Of course, it's not that simple. For crying out loud, we are complex beings! For example, air enters and exits the same end. So, we're also bags, I guess.