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Thursday, December 23, 2004

The Incomprehensible Weirdness of the Universe

Where do lost socks go? It's one of those paradoxes of the universe. One of God's best jokes on humankind... I've spent the last few months, in between bouts of plastering, painting, building, etc., throwing out boxes and bags and more boxes and bags of accumulated stuff. The heck with garage sales and taking to some collection center or whatnot, I've just been savagely purging stuff. Now, here's the paradox: we have less room for stuff tha n before I began "savagely purging" stuff. Now, where once two of the rooms downstairs were relatively free of stuff and could be used for, well, living in, there is almost no room to walk because boxes and boxes of other stuff have drifted out into the open and are now crowding out any human use of those rooms. Upstairs is just as bad. As soon as an empty space is created, twice as much stuff creeps in under cover of darkness to crowd out human use of space. What's going on here? You know, the really weird thing is that even as stuff creeps out of hiding places in some alternate universe to doubly crowd any space cleared of formerly-occupying stuff, not one lost sock has returned! Go figure that one...
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