Here a bit of philosophical thought for you: If the world is the creation of (a) god, and that god is ineffable, then if you threw a random group of objects in the air, they should end up where they are supposed to be, yes? One could argue the Mr. Travers of 39 Lock Road was supposed to be lying with a broken neck on the roof of his 1976 Austin Allegro after trying to get Sky Movies on a coat hanger attached to the chimney pot* or, indeed, that he should be a pot of unclaimed ashes sprinkled on the rose garden at the crematorium** or, some years later, part of the foundation of the Chrysler Building in New Laverstone but Mr. Travers (were he alive) might offer a counter-argument.
Other than the argument that His Ineffable Plan has an ultimate conclusion that the earth becomes a ball of ash swallowed by a dying sun (which is the projected future anyway) then all thing should end up where they should be.
Why then, did my pot of tea on the street table at the Hiraeth Tea Rooms end up in my lap and not on the lace doily where it was meant to? Have a think about it when you’ve finished laughing. I do not want to hear ‘that where the scalding hot tea was supposed to be.’
In other news, it started off sunny this morning and ended up beautifully overcast.
*Or rather, not attached…
**no resurrection for him, then.
7 comments:
Heat attracts heat does it not? Therefore - I guess your - ahem - lap - is 'hot'.
The resurrection for me if I go for the burn and pitch option?
That should read - No resurrection for me....drats.
Resurrection is only for Christians anyway ;)
Sorry to be cryptic yesterday - had a very unwelcome blast from the past and would love to have let off steam big time... but coming over here cheered me up, it always does.
No worries, Chris. Just glad to be of cheeribility :)
*laughs* Well, in for a penny in for a pound. Or something like that. Ineffability has its liabilities.
It does. Have you ever tossed a coin and bet on 'edge'?
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