interrogate the narratives

one time i had a dream that i had to question every story that i had ever heard anybody tell for its values and veracity. i had to make a truth table for their premises and the permutations of argument.

i found out you could have a false premise and a true conclusion. it was very confusing to project. people were saying all sorts of wacky things like: fashion models are horses because they wear shoes, or that horses are hoses because they both carry water, and/or that rivers are horses because they run.

one man thought the solar system was a giant bouquet of flowers and that people were like bees jumping from planet to planet. he pointed out that both bees and humans dance in complicated patterns to communicate. he considered the square dance and the cotillion as the most cosmic forms of human interaction. some people complained that this was very occidentalized. he responded that his theory did not include oxen because the plural ending of thw word was strong rather than employing a weak inflection with a sibilant. he complained that they had confused the empirical with the hemispherical, and needed to re-evaluate the proto-imperialism that they considered normative to accommodate for the consequences of investigative techniques outside the sapiential "center" (and he emphasized the quotations around the word "center" by showing his teeth) with which they were familiar.

an othered lady said that the only place where earthlings would be safe was outside this dimension in a world we constructed out of wooden boxes and oil paint. when the paint finally dried, the new multiverse would be complete, and we could liberate ourselves from danger inside the boxes if the non-event collapse ever came.

i thought i would try to tell them about my uncle cuthred's ideas on babylonian archaeology and his 'modern' architectural theory (well, it was considered modern - back then), but people kept expounding their own ideas at length, which minimized clarity, and i didn't get a chance to interject unless i wanted to be rude. and i didn't want to, if you know what i mean.

finally, bubbles, my pet-fish, showed up and told them that pythagoras said complex things can be broken down into more simple things. but then again, bubbles said, everything is a result of social conditions, so maybe it was only true in pythagoras's day. i was going say that classical values are eternal and unchanging, but someone said they had a special correlation between triangles and antelopes, so i never got in a word.