Broken Perspective, part 1 of 3: To Be or Not to Be

Let us imagine that you’re picking your nose while driving.

Does the treasure from your nasal cache land on the carpet?  Would it be better if you flick these articles out the window?  Or, do you find “nose-mining” to be utterly offensive and, at this point, feel like you’re going to regurgitate?  Do you act imperious when you face down an advisory caught exploring the art of acquisition?  And then turn and execute nasal mayhem when you believe your activity to be unobserved?

To pick, or not to pick, that is the question: whether ’tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows in submission to righteous accusation, or to take up arms against your accuser in defense of your fallacious dignity, and by opposing, suppress their inquisition?

Well, maybe that isn’t the question.  The real question is one of perspective.  As you read through this silliness, with certainty, you will “draw lines” somewhere:

I once had a math professor from Indian and he would flatulate a measurable (almost) rhythm during class.  He was loud and there was gusto in his distraction.  From his perspective, this wasn’t funny or interesting or noteworthy in any way.  From my perspective, it was surreal because there was no human way this could ever be replicated.  Oddly, I got used to it because a passing (no pun intended) grade was a necessity.  In the west, we become indignant, but at least there was a warning.  Have you ever been walking through a public place and passed through the sublimation of someone’s lunch?  Personally, I think I would rather have the warning.

I’m guessing that if you’re in India and you roll up on some luncheon sublimation it is of no regard.  But here, it will be met with squeals and gesticulation.  Are we right and are they wrong? Or, are they right and do we find ourselves in an absurd position?  Wouldn’t it be nice if we were all amorphous beings who neither accumulated nor excreted?  Sadly, not here and not now.

Perspective, perspective, perspective.


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