Taco Tuesday - Special Commentary

For this week's Taco Tuesday, just as seven days ago, we're posting a special contribution.  Today's post, however, is a little lighter on the contribution, and a little heavier on the "special".  You see, another member of our close-knit community of hockey-playing, taco-obsessed drunkards has forwarded me something.  Not a story, per se, but a sort of informational commentary.  The communication was sparse and filled with metaphysical ennui, which quite frankly, is the norm from this man.  Or, I should say, this doctor.   Yes, his name is Dr Delirious.  He's got a twitter account (@deliriousdr), but otherwise exists in the ether.  Medicine is really more art than science, after all.

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My Self is Always Someone Else
by Delirious, Dr (as told through TacoBoutWhatever's resident deep think unscrambler)

"I was never able to repeat the order again or get the same total, and soon after, never saw the window display that shows your total at Taco Bell again."

What is a total, really?  The internet defines a total in several ways, using words like "complete" and "absolute" to clarify its existence.  I find this explanation highly suspect.  Nothing is ever actually complete (see Wars, Stars) nor should anything ever be considered absolute.  We cannot truly excel on this plane if we live in a world where we are stunted from going beyond absolute-ism.  A famous guy said that.  (He lives in a house with no ceiling, but locks on every door.  It's made of concrete with walls ranging from four to eleven feet high.) 

You know who I mean. 

(I think his house is actually a pool.)

Upon further reflection, this definition I reference above is especially troubling as it is told to us by technology.  You see, we've been informed that computers are made up of a series of ones and zeroes.  But who told us that?  Computers.  What if I explained to you that I'm made up of a series of ones and zeroes?  Would you believe me simply because I said so?  You would have to.  And you'd be right to.

But, there are more numbers in this universe, and by speaking of them we give a voice to the expansion of reality and a push against any sort of boundary.  This is extremely important.  We are often placed at the mercy of those who wish to impose their will on us.  Those will-pushers have no heart and feel no obligation to allow us to move about our lives in an unencumbered fashion.  They feel a distaste for uncertainty, the antithesis of totality.  In their eyes, a sign is a sign, and must always, ALWAYS, be trusted.

We can't be so unwilling to embrace a sign's intent while questioning it's ultimate meaning.  Our brains are incredible and contain vast regions of intellect just waiting to be unleashed on a modern world.  Of course, my brain just told me to say that.  So, now I don't know who to trust.  It told me to say that too.  Shit.

I better not say anything else.

Please drive forward.