The Pickled Egg

A philosophy

The small boy was on the verge of his slumber, between sleep and dream, body feeling weightless. Facts and un-facts filled his young mind, and although he didn't know it, he was having his first taste of philosophy.

In the first moments of darkness, the lava lamp still works.

He would never recall this statement, nor would he recognise it were it shown or spoken to him, but it would remain with him for the rest of his life, somewhere in the intricate neuron pathways of his brain.

posted by Kenyon @ 9:14 am