Some Impulse.

I got the impulse to write suddenly as I was preparing for bed this evening. I wrote a rather verbose e-mail message to a few of my close friends about a situation in current events that is causing us much strife. After the e-mail was successfully typed and skimmed from grammatical errors (I never misspell) I sent my digital correspondece into the rubber-ducky-river-race-to-benefit-cancer that is the internet. I am once again abusing hyphens, and I apologize, it just feels good and Hedonism is so "in" right now. Anyway, after the e-mail was sent my writing urge was not satiated. I began to think about brevity, and how much meaning one possible sentence could have; how many ideas could be contained within one sentence and suddenly leap out at the mind like a jack-in-the-box once that sentence is heard. Then, as if my life was scripted, one inexplainable sentence popped into my head. Life is an interesting fabric. Why the hell did I think of that? I ate some undercooked chicken for dinner and I did drink two rather strong cups of coffee this morning. The sentence on the surface bears almost no meaning; it borders on nonsense. I started to think about it, and wanted to share it with a friend to see what effect this seemingly meaningless sentence had on them. There were none available. E-mail is too slow, a telephone is too personal, and my Buddy List was as empty as the 4th grade birthday party of the kid who pees his pants at recess. I was then slapped in the face that I had the ability to inquire using that ever so useful pocket utility Google. I clattered out "Life is an interesting fabric" into Google, and several pages popped up. It turns out these pages were uninteresting because Google searched for web pages containing each word independently, not each word in sequence. The advanced Google user that I am, I put the sentence in quotations and slammed down the "enter" key like a brass slammer flips over an entire stack of pogs. None. No web pages containing the obviously unique string of words "Life is an interesting fabric." A meaningless sentence.

Now, hopefully, next time you go to Google and type in "Life is an interesting fabric" you'll be referenced to this article. All of a sudden the meaningless sentence has meaning. As the theater production Harvey teaches us, if other people start to see your hallucinations too, then they just might be real. A rediculous trick, and I don't have a point, but perhaps you like the unique texture of silk, and find it pleasing to the touch.