Robert Verdon, #108, Homespun Philosophy 101: Searching for *this*

The Philosopher: Yesterday’s history, tomorrow’s a mystery; today is a gift, that’s why I call it the Present.

I’ll spin you a yarn:

We go bowling every Friday;

this

is like trying to get a strike

after another strike;

instead, and inevitably, it seems,

it polishes the gutter,

from which we can only see the stars

— or at least, stars,

and are drowned in the minutiae of failure.

When it goes right

it is like the guiding hand of a deity

who oddly operates at random

or the sad, principled Poet

who never won a competition,

save Tattslotto.

ha ha ha

But I am getting sidetracked

(a good thing the trains aren’t running today)

searching for this is what we must do:

in many ways, it’s better than sex (like comedy) —

this meaning of it all,

as we homespun philosophers have it,

what does it mean?

Diddly-squat one minute and then

scoring a turkey.