Bumble on the Maze
Publisher Description
I suppose you can say I’ve two left hands. Yes, go on and take a look at my drawings. “My god!” you say. “The utter lack of dexterity! This...person! This doof! He must have two left hands. He must!” I’ll draw you a straight line, but we’ll have to call it a squiggle.
Unfortunately, I’m not much better at writing either. Or thinking, for that matter. So I suppose if you say I’ve two left hands, you must also mention my two left brains.
Anyway, the main question of this work is: “What would life be like if this world were an actual maze?” Basically, I’m taking the philosopher’s premise--that life is something to FIGURE OUT--and treating it literally.
Or, well, that was the intention. What came out was...jeez oh jeez, I don’t know.
How can you tell whether or not life is a maze? I don’t suppose you can until you find the exit. The Buddha supposedly found the exit. And what happened to him? Did he P**F! off into nonexistence? Did he ascend to some higher realm? I don’t know. I’ve never met the guy. In fact, I’ve never met a single Buddhist--not like him (you know, an actual one). I’ve never met a single Christian either.
Well I suppose you can certainly tell which ones among us have stopped looking. Aye, it only takes a quick glance to see which one of us have convinced ourselves there’s nothing in life worth striving for--that happiness is being content with whatever utter mediocrity constitutes the ever-present Now. Yes, you can tell us apart by our big stomachs, our sleepy arguments, and our gluttony for distraction. You can--
--but where is this all even coming from? Aren’t I supposed to be selling you something right now?
Well, I suppose I have to say it eventually: give me your buck and be on your way.
My apologies if the file is difficult to read and/or manipulate; you can’t expect someone with a two-left-handed existence to be competent with gizmos and gadgets. That would require a Right mind.