Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Zen of Cellphone



[ A call comes in to a philosopher standing outside his house on a cloudless, windless, perfect Oklahoma morning. The caller's voice is one of a gruff male, seemingly irritated at having even to speak, much less to another human being. ]

Philosopher: "Hello?"

Caller: "Where you at?"

Philosopher: "Staring at my trashcan."

Caller: [Long silence. Hangs up]

O.

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At 11:25 AM, Anonymous -woofmutt- said...

Like the knock-knock jokes told by Jesus this story at first seems merely an amusing anecdote of everyday life. But later, deep within the mind along unknown back corridors, there is an explosion of meaning and mystery that leaves me wondering what day your trash pick up is.

Mine's Friday.

 

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