Isn't it strange how things happen? Wouldn't it be weird if this were the same pigeon that inspired Wednesday's post? Could be. I think she's going to be OK. I hope so.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Yeah, what now, little friend? You've got all of Burbank spread out before you. OH, the Possibilities! But, with so much potential, how do you proceed? Fly in any one direction, and you will have left behind 359 degrees of what could have been--any one of which could have offered you a life entirely different from the one you choose, and entirely different from any of the others. It's a lot to consider.
Of course, there are more than 360 ways to go. That's just an arbitrary chopping up of our experience of the world. In reality, there are infinite directions in which to travel--even in a two dimensional framework. The "circle" which we divide into 360 degrees exists only in two dimensions. Add to it the third dimension-- make it a sphere of potentiality, and it's still infinite, but could it contain an even larger infinity of possible directions in which to travel? And what about time? That's often considered the fourth dimension, so if we add that bit of flavor to our pigeon's casserole of potentiality, then it's no wonder he's just sitting there not doing anything. The enormity of the decision paralyzes him!