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The Hiss Quarterly Vol. 4 ~ Issue 4 Slip Out The Back, Jack. The Anatomy Of Abandonment |
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Getting used to life is all about conjunctions and possibly a few adverbs: but, though, however, unless, either/or, because, nonetheless, although, therefore, if, and, of course, maybe. Especially maybe. Let’s say, for example, there is, oh, whatahell, an afterlife. But the evidence from here and now however is seriously anorexic. Still, of course, maybe it’s true. Despite all that nasty-thin evidence to the contrary. Though, if you posit, say, God, as either in charge (however thinly) of things or merely Deus absconditus, and therefore factor in maybe as if both were possible— Ok, that is unless you actually care for those creepy midnight thoughts making jaguar tracks across your occipital lobe. So, maybe putting aside for the moment all that is patterned— since you must know even the true magnetic pole is hightailing it toward Siberia at a clip of 25 miles a year. Well then, therefore we must rearrange the scheme of just about every necessary truth, even God. Although, for the Aztecs, you’ll recall, to guard against scorpions, wasps, snakes, or a dense jungle of jaguars, an offering of either a ball of rubber or a bundle of kindling was said to work wonders. Altogether, a maybe. However, all this is finally to say there are way too many dangling commas piling up everywhere here. Which, nonetheless, at last brings everything to a single, simple . Although, on the other hand, everything might well be a thoughtfully continuing, but ever confusing, ellipsis . . . . That is, . . . ah, maybe. |
