time of love

Love of Time

“You sit there contemplating concentric circles, as if they are important, the most important thing in the? … you make me so angry, I can’t even think of the word. Any suggestions?”

“You could use the word World. It would work precisely as your previous words have worked, but with less drama. But then it was you who preferred to add emotion to the plight of an already overused word, which represents the reason gravity must exist. In a concentric world, there would be no need.”

“No need of what?...Hopefully, concentric circles? You are not suggesting our world is flat?”

“No! The word concentric stands alone, and concentric circles have different meanings to different people. They are separate words, but when used in proximity of one another, produce something called oxymoronism.”

“I’m not sure that language is politically correct given the circumstance.”

“And what circumstance might those be?”

“Calling something or someone oxymoronic has a tendency to raise their hackles, and you know what that means?”

“No… I have no idea what that means. I don’t use language in the manner to which you infer, even when I become upset, which is rare, but it has been known to happen. I prefer to remain quiet, collected, and in control.”

“You mean calm and collected.”

“If I’d meant calm, I would have used the word calm. Are you seeking to draw me into one of those debates of yours, that take your mind off concentric circles? And while I’m thinking of it, does a vortex assume the same designation as a series of concentric circles, even though they are decreasing in size and depth, but may be connected? I’ve always wondered about that, but you are usually gone by the time the question surfaces, and by the next time you are here I’ve forgotten. It’s like being in two places at once, but you don’t have to leave; actually it’s probably most convenient for you.”

“I don’t know. Well, I do know, but don’t feel like telling you.Is that the answer you are looking for?A vortex if you must know, is a downward or upward spiral that allows for ascending or descending circles to promote the notion that you are either coming or going. You do see that concentric circles can and often do, refer to an idealism with no beginning and no end; eternity if you will. They are connected, intertwined, like a puzzle that refuses to be solved, because circles are arrogant by nature, and do not care to be made redundant by an ascending or descending vortex. Do you get my point?”

“It’s points now? Do you ever tire of attempting to change the subject so as not to appear stupid?”

“No, I had not considered that, but it is an interesting thought, although one that could lead to you believing I’m concentric in my thinking, when it comes to vortexes and circles. The reason a concentric circle is oxymoronic, is because both words describe the same situation. There is no such thing as a concentric circle, just as there is no such thing as a concentric vortex. If there were, a tornado would look like a vortex with far less destructive potential and be unrecognizable to the majority of people familiar with such phenomena.

A circle is already concentric, so what would be the point of it attempting to become itself, when it already is itself? It is the reason I like to think about concentric circles and vortexes, they keep my mind stimulated, and I’m less likely to take offense when someone accuses me of stupidity when they should have accused me of being concentric in thought.

Most people assume that thoughts are linear, in that they lead in a direction that usually takes the route of least resistance. When a question arises most people do not hesitate to find an answer and then do so with such assurance and efficiency that they forget that no one answer is able to solve a problem. Problems arise because of their complexity. Complexity implies a degree of difficulty that requires an amount of knowledge regarding the question’s answer that most people do not have. So, to answer your earlier question, being concentric in thought is not simply ending up where you began but having considered all relevant options, you determine that there cannot be but one answer to a problem. There are more than likely several answers that compound the situation, because you have to choose the ones that best address the question.

The words, “choosing and best” are like two operatives in this scenario that prove illusive, because they refer to an impossibility when assuming that believing in something is automatically the best of the options you have considered. When in fact because you are thinking concentrically, you find yourself unable to choose, because every solution you choose, although similar to the previous one, you know will be similar to the one that follows, therefore your choice becomes concentric, and you are stymied by your own ingenuity. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, but I was talking about stupidity, not choice. Once again you follow your instincts toward the chaos in words and dispel the notion that having too much knowledge may be worse than having too little.”

“You are equating stupidity with ignorance, with which I am sure you are well acquainted? Not having the capacity to understand or learn, is different than choosing not to learn. I believe that is what is called the Arrogance Drift. You assume you are intelligent, because you believe you are. But again we breach the subject of choice. I don’t believe people choose to be stupid, they however, do often choose to be ignorant. Ignorance, when you think about it, is the logical conclusion of having surrounded yourself with concentric choices. I may have told you that is why I prefer concentric circles to concentric choices.Circles are far less apt to lead to conclusions that are harmful to your spirit, not to mention your continuing ability to remain of the living.

Most suicides occur when people have not considered the difference between concentric choices and concentric solutions. Concentric options don’t allow for choices; therefore suicide is not an option.Whereas, concentric choices allow for speculation, as opposed to a choice that you make unencumbered, and therefore allows for the possibility that suicide is the only rational conclusion to a concentric problem. I’ve heard it called the God complex. Do you see my point?”

“So, what you are saying is that a vortex is less likely to cause you to consider concentric choices which lead to concentric solutions, which cause a degree of uncertainty that leads to the possibility of a vortexical mistake, should you choose the wrong form of vortex. It is easier to go down than up, but of course it being easier in one respect, limits your view in another.”

“Everything my good man comes down to choices and the consequences that follow them, regardless of intentions. There is an amount of concentric forgiveness involved that allows you to escape the premonitions of your own bad choices, by allowing you to return at a later time to amend them, insuring that right and wrong, when viewed as concentric options, allow for no solutions that would interfere with concentric fear, the heaven and hell thing.

Concentric fear is the most commonly misunderstood vortex, because it allows us to move downward, while seeking solutions to reversing the inclination, which by all standards inherent in concentric thought, allows religions the freedom they have always sought, no matter the number of deaths involved.

You see concentric religion is another oxymoron that pits logic and fact against an emotional entity, that although it can’t be trusted to not change, it can remain concentric when considering becoming a vortex regardless of whether it is going up or down, because there is nothing that connects or intertwines, so religion and fact are able to stay in the same orbit without colliding. It allows people to have different interpretations of the same concept, while expressing individual creative expression.

If you use concentric religion to solve the problems of a world, you will find that it is not possible, because it cannot tolerate the facts that allow equal ingenuity to exist in parallel orbits without having to concentrically decide, which is true and which is an alternative to the truth. The result being the term, second place.

Second place infers someone or something is not good enough, or not as good as something or someone else that exists in the same realm, but possibly in a different realm. It allows for the origins of right, when what they mean is correct, which allows for truth to belong to many, without it having to mean the same to everyone. I have heard it said that God was on a concentric vacation from reality when he allowed concentric orbits, much like the ones that have given Saturn its fame.Of course no one is claiming ownership of the information leak. Somethings are best left unattributable.”

“Listening to you, is similar to a memory I once had of falling in love with grief, while waiting for a time when joy would be on the docket. But having forgotten my glasses, I could not read the calendar making the whole exercise mute. It’s the constant negativity you exude; it makes me want to commit concentric suicide.But you know what that would mean?”

“Why do you think everything I say is directed toward you? I have better things to do than tweak your ego so that you will stop wishing you were me. You have possibilities, I can’t think of what they may be at the moment, but I believe everyone has possibilities, don’t you agree?”

“Why do we continue this arms race to Armageddon? When your arrogance explodes, and it more than likely will, it will leave a hole larger than the one that supposedly blocked out the sun and subsequently killed the dinosaurs.”

“You aren’t going to start lecturing me on the concentric demise of the dinosaurs are you?”

“There was nothing concentric about the demise of the dinosaurs. They had a vortexical demise; downward I might add for clarity. Most people are under the impression they disappeared like a magic trick, where the magician waves his wand at a glass case occupied by a woman who is dressed for the beach, and poof! she is sting in a chair next to the Pope at the ecumenical council he convened to replace himself. “I’ve always wanted to be a magician,” the Pope is reported to have said.

“Who said, the Pope?I don’t think he’d say a thing like that.”

“The dinosaurs starved to death; they ate themselves out of existence, not unlike what the human race is attempting to do. Food shortages are on the horizon my friend. What with the concentric form of agriculture being practiced; plow, artificially fertilize, plant, and harvest. Then it all begins again, assuming the rains come and fertilizer is attainable.

But too much rain could prevent both planting and harvesting. The heat we can only trust will be moderate and won’t intentionally cook the crops in the field. We live the precarious life of a human being these days, and yet it doesn’t seem to bother the concentric thinking of those who are obsessed with not thinking because of the depression it harbors, despite having a pill to cure everything we believe ails us.

Do you remember when you/we, brought that dog home that someone had tried to a tree? The chain allowing the dog to get within a few inches of the food and water but unable to reach it; but close only counts in horse shoes they say.

The sun was hot enough to boil eggs in the carton, while passersby found other things to occupy their time, reading the latest news about hunger and water shortages no doubt, while ignoring the plight of the poor dog.

You insisted we save it from the torture inflicted upon it by an uncaring society. I told you that no matter how many immigrants we saved, it would never be enough, as we were all on the verge of joining the ranks of the displaced. You laughed while drinking the dogs water and complaining about It being warmer than you would have recommended. I was surprised you didn’t eat the dog’s food, but then we’d just filled up on Joleen’s, fresh from the freezer, tacos. Those were the days my friend we thought would never end, but they did.

You brought the dog home insisting he could guard the house while we slept. When we woke in the morning all the furniture had been shredded and the refrigerator emptied. I remember telling you, “I told you so,” and you continued harping about the lack of control dogs have developed over the past thousand years of stymied evolution due to artificial sweeteners.

Is there a chance that in our concentric worlds we will ever free ourselves from one another, and find our parallel universe, with concentric moons, where all dogs go to heaven? Where possibility and probability are understood to be contrasting views in a singular universe, where loneliness is considered an attribute, or would be if there was anyone to complain to about it.

“Are concentric circles real?”

“What do you think?”

“If it weren’t for concentric circles and questions and answers about its existence, I don’t believe I’d be here.”

“Where are you headed now?”

“Thought I’d go to the kitchen and test the ice cream in the freezer. It is a sure way to tell if the digital readout matches my expectations of hardness, and therefore readiness; both sharing the concentric lives of love and hate, or preference and acceptance; is my progressive ice cream attitude being questioned for some reason? I’m going to let you decide if the consistency predicted on the carton has been attained. Being that we are of the same age mathematically, I can only assume we have similar abilities, and they would apply to the words, just right.”

“I’ll follow you if you don’t mind.”

“Why would I mind? It isn’t that you have a choice, or a concentric chance in hell of slipping up on me while I contemplate the dichotomy between whipped cream and cottage cheese, the small curd variety, and pretending you are asleep while walking toward a new tomorrow with me on your back, dreaming of concentric tomorrows and yesterdays, having given up on todays, for obvious reasons of concentricity.