Dog Logic

by Tom Strelich

“Hey, did you know that the earth’s magnetic poles have reversed? That the North Pole is actually a magnetic south pole, and that the South Pole is actually the magnetic north pole?”

Latigo

Goleta,

“Imperial butt load or a metric butt load?”

is

Brownian

Bayesian

Cukaloris shadows,

Venturi tube.

perfervid

Zeiss moon

Lebensraum

like Linus and Lucy with the football,

Charlie Brown and Lucy?

Plato’s cave where these people lived their whole lives chained in the cave, staring at a blank wall, seeing only shadows from the world outside, and how eventually they came to believe that the shadows actually were the real world.

our 3D world could theoretically be the shadow of some higher, 4+n-dimensional world beyond most people’s comprehension and certainly beyond everyone’s perception.

In Plato’s yarn, the light was from a big fire.

what possible source of light in this theoretical 4D, or 5D, or whatever-D world could be powerful enough to cast a 3D shadow to fill this world with mastodons and people and mountains and joy and grief and SWAT teams. It couldn’t be a big fire, or a big spotlight, or an exploding sun, those were all three-dimensional too, and therefore just shadows themselves, just like Hertell and just like the choir. So the light source would have to be something in that other world, and presumably just as incomprehensible. You’d need a special kind of light to create a world as glorious and mystifying and tragic as this.

Perhaps when singing those words, it’s as if they’re in a parallel universe where the words they’re singing are true and the world they’re singing about is real.

Maybe that’s what it was like for the believers, where even when they’re not singing those words, they’re in that place with God and Jesus and angels and Santa Claus and Unicorns and Fairies and big rock candy mountains. He pitied them for believing such crap, and he envied them for it too. They were children, and he cherished them.

wondered if one day, he too would weaken and join the procession of simpler minds turning to God upon drawing their last desperate breath in the hope that perhaps there was something bigger, something beyond this, or at least beyond them, him. He knew it to be very likely and probably inevitable since it was obviously a survival reflex of some kind like a sneeze or a cough, a natural response to an irritant, in this particular case, death.

posse comitatus