Pradadicus: Please oh great master, enlighten me with your masterful inquiry.
Daniel:Well yes but we must not be too hasty Pradadicus. But yes I do believe that eternal truths are the most noble and non-changing truths, and that they order the universe in a perfect way, so that temporal truths, to be distinguished from eternal truths, follow from them, and are less immutable and subject to change. And the only things more important than eternal truths are farts.
Pradadicus: Wh...what master? What did you say?
Daniel: I said farts, Pradadicus. Is it so difficult to comprehend?
Pradadicus: It is just that I with my feeble mind am having trouble digesting the overall idea.
Daniel: Well it is quite simple. Farts are very important because they are funny. When rightfully used. It becomes important to distinguish between the different farts and their relative hilarities. But that is for another time, please let us focus on the matter at hand.
Pradadicus: Oh yes I see it now, you have shown me the way quite masterfully I must say. Let me join you in your knowledge.
Without reading a real philosophical dialogue this parody will probably be quite meaningless. I don't know of a lot of people who read philosophical dialogues in their spare time. I suppose this is meaningless. But it is what a dialogue looks like, most of the time. It is meaningless. Meaningless.
Oh I don't know what I'm doing. The freeway was cruel as it always is. The commuter crowd is especially nasty and callous. The most wretched and jaded of all drivers. There is a sickness within the traffic that creates a certain hostile mental atmosphere that takes hold of you and you become one of them if you aren't lost in music or some such thing. A woman cut in front of me and I jerked around her and shot past her in contempt. And the contempt turned into a frenzy and I gazed at my bloodied hands in horror. Or something like that.
Everyone is locked up in their own private spaces and the car exteriors obstruct one another's views of each other and it is dehuminizing and soon everyone is taking hold of one another's necks to get two or three seconds ahead. Look out...allegory.
I guess the economy is in a recession and everyone is cranky and pessimistic and someone kicked their trashcan in anger, or so I heard.
Life in the workplace is rotten. But school stays the same. Interesting and somewhat enjoyable.
Didn't think I'd be saying that. I suppose sitting outside and having a glass of wine and muttering nonsense and complaints to something huge and immovable and already in motion helps the nerves. That and writing parodies on philosophical dialogues. Maybe.
