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Attention
As a member of the triumvirate that runs this bitch, I call for a blog-wide revamp.
Shock and awe my friends, shock and awe
Shock and awe my friends, shock and awe
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18.1.08
Experiencing a Causal Crisis
When considering the need for a superhero it is important to consider the causal requirements of their manifestation. One must ask the questions: Is their appearance the result of some unknown need in the populace, a silent call for help? Or is it accidental, the result of a series of serendipitous events whose need was, prior to their appearance, altogether unknown?
In other words, do the likes of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne appear because we as human-beings need the help of these superheroes to secure our survival? Or do we merely create the illusion of that need as a result of their appearance?
These same questions could be asked with equal importance about our friend Brochaps. Has the term Brochaps existed for countless millennia, laying all-to-silently dormant in the human experience, waiting only for its bearer of fate to appear in the existence of the world and don its title, and by doing so, answer the silent call of humanity? Or was it the day to day tediums of kitchen work: the lack of sunlight, the fumes of too many chopped onions with too little ventilation, the slow torture of sounds produced by the constance of mixing bowls and the ceaselessly droning convection of ovens, the countless hours spent standing on our feet, subjecting ourselves to the extremes of heat and cold that are produced when entering and leaving walk-in freezers? Could the slow torture of these daily events coupled with the perpetual threat of monotony and combined with the haphazard appearance of the One we call Brochaps actually have retrospectively created our need for a Brochaps?
The answer is: I don't know.
In other words, do the likes of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne appear because we as human-beings need the help of these superheroes to secure our survival? Or do we merely create the illusion of that need as a result of their appearance?
These same questions could be asked with equal importance about our friend Brochaps. Has the term Brochaps existed for countless millennia, laying all-to-silently dormant in the human experience, waiting only for its bearer of fate to appear in the existence of the world and don its title, and by doing so, answer the silent call of humanity? Or was it the day to day tediums of kitchen work: the lack of sunlight, the fumes of too many chopped onions with too little ventilation, the slow torture of sounds produced by the constance of mixing bowls and the ceaselessly droning convection of ovens, the countless hours spent standing on our feet, subjecting ourselves to the extremes of heat and cold that are produced when entering and leaving walk-in freezers? Could the slow torture of these daily events coupled with the perpetual threat of monotony and combined with the haphazard appearance of the One we call Brochaps actually have retrospectively created our need for a Brochaps?
The answer is: I don't know.
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