how deep does the rabbit hole go? a question i have often asked when reading the Bible, discussing the finer aspects of life with a close friend, pondering the limitless genius of tom jones, or dispensing nugget after nugget of delicious pez. it's also a famous line from the original matrix movie... the one that didn't quite suck. also a reference to a famous scene in the glorified acid trip, alice in wonderland. so i did some research. the rabbit hole is a couple feet deep, max. that's it. who are these morons who assumed that rabbits have access to other dimensions or levels of consciousness? a rabbit's sole purpose in life is making more rabbits and then dying. it seems that they couldn't care less about time travel, peeling back layers of reality to expose the underlying ultimate truth of our existence, or exploring never-before-seen realms of creativity. they just do it all the time and then get eaten by badgers. that's hardly paradigm-breaking. kid rock has been doing that for years...
...unless that is the subliminal message within the rabbit hole question. the simplicity of reproducing and then perpetuating the food chain or tossing yourself willy-nilly in front of a slow moving ford taurus as a means of enlightenment. are the rabbits telling us something? are our lives too cluttered and fast-paced to fully understand the reality of the human condition? if we just spent a day digging a hole and lining it with our own hair would we finally understand what this whole existence is all about?
maybe there's a middle ground. a switzerland. maybe the priceless gift of conscious, abstract thought was never meant to replace our base needs for quiet, for love, for simple joys. maybe complicating our lives and confusing ourselves with obligation after empty obligation doesn't make our lives "more fully lived"... it just distracts us from what's really important. like pez. and puppies. and chandler. and "it's always sunny in philadelphia". and calling nate scott once in a while. and snuggling with danny rose. and riding a bike through the back roads of rehoboth even though it hurts my groin. and running. and clouds. and colorado. and framing the picture of the big cat tim obrien's pimped out golf cart. and listening to the decemberists. and the pictures of dan and kc irvin's hooched up dog. and talking to Jesus.
"Be still and know that I am God." - God (NIV translation of the bible)
"shut up and watch a sunset, ben. you're not important enough to be this stressed." (Ben Wygant translation of the bible)
ear candy:
"we both go down together", by colin meloy
has anybody seen:
pineapple express yet? and how has your life changed as a result?
hip hop gangster shoutout to:
bob durstock. i know bob durstock.
3 comments:
I saw Pineapple Express. My life has changed in substantial ways. I no longer think James Franco is a complete tool. I will never watch 'Annapolis'. I realized that the Asian guy from MadTV WILL have a successful career as playing the Asian guy in films. Friends are important. Reminiscing about great times with friends, while at a diner, is even more important. I imagine the early disciples to be a lot like Seth Rogen. Yes we can.
Pineapple Express has mainly changed my overall outlook on late night trip to Denny's. And has assured me that you can't really kick out a windshield with your foot, well not while driving at least.
thug life...
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