[at-l] re:Let the games begin...

[AThiker at smithville.net (Felix)]

Shane wrote:

>>The next morning...five years ago tomorrow, I found a bandless
>>watch on the ground under the picnic table. I carried that watch
>>the rest of the way to Springer. Then, in 2001 I went to Stratton
>>to hike with my buddy Stoat. He'd lost his watch. So, I gave him
>>mine. He carried it from Stratton to Springer. So...The way I
>>have it figured...If a northbounder carried that watch from
>>Springer to Daisy Pond...and I carried it from Daisy Pond to
>>Springer...and, then Stoat carried it from Stratton to
>>springer...well, that damned watch has a lot of miles on
>>it...and, maybe has never been to Katahdin...it got close,
>>though. I remember crying when I found that watch. (it was all
>>true up 'til that crying when I found the watch part.)
>>    
>>
>
>This is exactly the kind of thing I'm talking about.  Doesn't anyone else
>see the carefully crafted metaphors?  The above is an example of an art so
>subtle and complex that fewer than 1% of the normal population would ever
>get it even if you explained it to them.  The watch isn't really a watch.
>It's a metaphor for time.  The fact that the story is true makes the
>metaphors all the more compelling.
>
This is largely true. I found no watch at that picnic table that wasn't 
there. I found time there. I HAD to find time there because there was 
nothing else to do there...since there was nothing there. It was as if I 
was stuck in the 'hour that isn't' during the time change. Or, more 
accurately, unstuck in time. Life is full of metafors. For instance, 
when the woman who used to be Mrs. Felix said "I love you" she was 
really saying "I want half of the things you own"...and, when she said 
"I'm not IN love with you"...she was saying "I want them in someone 
else's house. " That is when I learned to look at the deeper meaning of 
all things. That is why I spend so much thyme pondering why this arm 
itches.

>A Stoat, is of course, a weasel.  A weasel lost in time...  The entire piece
>is a valuable lesson about all things.
>
Yes it is. As I grow older...nearly 57 now...I am able to boil these 
lessons down to their simplest forms. I knew when I got to the level of 
the stoat...I was closing in on metaforic perfection. Then, I lost it in 
a poker game.

-- 
Felix J. McGillicuddy
ME-->GA '98
"Your Move"
http://Felixhikes.tripod.com/

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