The world is not an episode of Batman and Robin
The world gets bigger, and I get smaller.
How does that compare with: “As the world gets bigger, I get smaller”?
As in the world’s getting bigger is smooshing me into an ever smaller space?
Like in the old Batman and Robin TV series where the walls would be closing in on the Dynamic Duo. And there would be spikes sticking out of the walls. And Robin would exclaim, “Holy Cow, Batman! We’re getting smooshed!”
But somehow, in the end, Batman, who was smart, would figure a way out.
The music would blare, and the Dynamic Duo would save the day. Once again, good would triumph over evil. Batman and Robin would have squelched the heinous efforts of the Penguin or the Riddler or Cat Woman or King Tut.
Funny how real life doesn’t work that way.
Obviously, if the world were getting bigger, I would be getting smaller. In relation. It is all relative.
If the world’s getting bigger means my space in it is being smooshed in on all four sides, spikes protruding from the walls and ceiling, well….
I am not sure what to make of that.
If it were just the world getting bigger, that would be one thing. Everything would be getting bigger. And we would all have MORE space.
What happens, though, when the whole rest of the world is getting bigger and our space is getting smaller because the whole rest of the world is coming in around us on all four sides?
That would mean we are sucking.
We are being obliterated. Smothered. Smooshed. Squelched. Silenced.
What happens when this is happening but no one else seems to notice?
But you.
Life goes on as usual. People expect you to do all of the things you normally do. People expect you to say, do, look, be a certain way.
How come they don’t notice that you are operating in a smaller and smaller space?
How come they don’t notice… anything???
And you just keep doing all of the things you normally do, saying the things you normally do, looking the way you normally do, being the way you normally are. Because that is what everyone expects and wants and sees.
But in reality you are getting smaller and smaller and smaller.
And smaller.
And pretty soon there won’t be anything left.
But no one will notice.
Until…
POOF!
You are gone.
How does that compare with: “As the world gets bigger, I get smaller”?
As in the world’s getting bigger is smooshing me into an ever smaller space?
Like in the old Batman and Robin TV series where the walls would be closing in on the Dynamic Duo. And there would be spikes sticking out of the walls. And Robin would exclaim, “Holy Cow, Batman! We’re getting smooshed!”
But somehow, in the end, Batman, who was smart, would figure a way out.
The music would blare, and the Dynamic Duo would save the day. Once again, good would triumph over evil. Batman and Robin would have squelched the heinous efforts of the Penguin or the Riddler or Cat Woman or King Tut.
Funny how real life doesn’t work that way.
Obviously, if the world were getting bigger, I would be getting smaller. In relation. It is all relative.
If the world’s getting bigger means my space in it is being smooshed in on all four sides, spikes protruding from the walls and ceiling, well….
I am not sure what to make of that.
If it were just the world getting bigger, that would be one thing. Everything would be getting bigger. And we would all have MORE space.
What happens, though, when the whole rest of the world is getting bigger and our space is getting smaller because the whole rest of the world is coming in around us on all four sides?
That would mean we are sucking.
We are being obliterated. Smothered. Smooshed. Squelched. Silenced.
What happens when this is happening but no one else seems to notice?
But you.
Life goes on as usual. People expect you to do all of the things you normally do. People expect you to say, do, look, be a certain way.
How come they don’t notice that you are operating in a smaller and smaller space?
How come they don’t notice… anything???
And you just keep doing all of the things you normally do, saying the things you normally do, looking the way you normally do, being the way you normally are. Because that is what everyone expects and wants and sees.
But in reality you are getting smaller and smaller and smaller.
And smaller.
And pretty soon there won’t be anything left.
But no one will notice.
Until…
POOF!
You are gone.
posted by delta at 8:21 PM
1 Comments:
Um, *I* notice. And you are worrying me. Call me if you want; you know where I am (sigh).
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