What does my consciousness rest upon? It's words, all the way down...
A few days ago, the word was Terrapin. You know, Terrapin. Like the submarine. Or the war. Or The Great A'Tuin.
I didn't even know that I knew the word Terrapin before I woke up that morning...
Reminds me of Thomas King's collection of essays, The Truth About Stories. Each section begins with the retelling of the same story ~ the details are always different, but the punchline remains the same. It's the story about whether or not the world sits on the back of the turtle. The question comes up, but what is that turtle standing on? And the answer is, another turtle.
And that turtle?
Another turtle.
The story usually ends with something like, look, I know where you're trying to go with this ~ but it's turtles all the way down.
Sometimes, it's elephants instead of turtles, but the idea is the same.
Posted by edgar at September 14, 2004 09:28 AMOMG! it can't be, paradox puzzles. How i loved them, they were so much fun to solve, and had a good teacher for the course, entitled of course puzzles and paradoxes. must, and i mean i must find my notebook for the course! so many hours of fun. what?!? i am not a geek! ;o)
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