Chey’s Lounge

Anyone else watching Game 7 of the World Series? By the time I post this, probably not. I guess I can do this quickly. What’s there even to say? Well, actually so much. Does any of it matter? It matters a little bit. It’s hard to see what matters, what is significant, etc. One thing I was thinking about today is names. When did we begin to name our children? Do other species do that? Does my dog have a nickname for me? How close are we to understanding some sort of dialect of whale languages? What do whales call us? Does it matter, and if so, how much and to whom? 

I’m really chock-full of questions today. And not only that, it looks like there’s no end in sight! Do names fit the person, or does the person fit the name? Is there a difference? Can it be a little of both (yes)? Are there strong names? I think there are. Does that imply there are weak names? Are there homosexual names, too? Great questions are whirling through my cranium, as usual. I have too many silly questions. It’s hard to know when you should stop asking questions. 

Is there ever a time when one should stop asking questions? Well, yes, I think there is. It could be for the sake of any number of people, but sometimes you need to stop asking some questions. There are other times when your brain won’t let you stop. It doesn’t happen often, at least not to me, but the brain’s ability to relentlessly pursue truth. You have to be careful, though, for things aren’t always what they seem. Especially if one has an ideal outcome in mind. Outcome bias. Can happen to anyone who isn’t careful! It’s so understandable why the brain seeks out validation and familiarity. 

Truth can hit someone like a ton of bricks. The truth can change everything. And the truth is like toothpaste, or when the cat is out of the bag. Some things can’t be undone and nothing can be unseen. And here’s the thing… Things change once you see the worms. Once you grow your own plants outside and see what ends up trying to live in and/or feast on them, you have a hard time trusting anything. Sometimes I do everything I can to avoid seeing the worms. Other times, I can’t help myself but to seek them out.