Mental gymnastics

The trouble was that food for thought rarely satisfied for long.

The trouble was that food for thought rarely satisfied for long.

Section 83 is digging deep

What was it, he wondered, that had killed the rabbit? …Did that rabbit’s passing change the world one jot? Perhaps not, unless you held onto some kind of chaos theory. And, like the jolt of a locomotive passing over rusting points, he wondered suddenly, would his own?

As Vernon watched the actual train that was actually speeding toward town several fields away on a course parallel to his own, he sensed another virtual branch line pulling away from his thoughts, and was intrigued by the brain’s mental gymnastics which allowed it to utilise such randomness. Pulling himself back onto the rails of his initial stream of consciousness, Vernon speculated as to how the human being instinctively laid such store by its own species.

Apart from distaste, he wondered, would many people sanction him for killing a wild rabbit and putting it in the pot? Perhaps they would. But how many people would really and sincerely sanction him if he killed another human?  He guessed that depended on the circumstances. To kill and eat another human being however. Well, that would surely be abhorred universally. As Vernon ran around Moreton Hall, he mused pensively; was humankind’s aversion to the killing of its own kind more strongly motivated by disgust than compassion? How conveniently and absurdly humans throughout history had redefined other humans as not of their own kind so that the killing might begin.

Vernon found his thoughts darkening and his mood becoming heavier. He’d enjoyed the run and on his return home vowed to think of lighter things.

You could never see the human species through a lens that filtered out the bad.

You could never see the human species through a lens that filtered out the bad.

Check out the Nonsense Filter as Chapter Four draws to a close

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