Friday, August 23, 2024

Novel

Nothing is really ever the same, of course.  

The subatomic particles that make up everything—whether they exist as material objects or are just perceptions in the Universal Mind—are constantly changing, so it’s never the case that anything is ever what it once was.

So, for example, even if you’ve taken the same route out of the same place at the same time on the same two-wheeled contraption more than 500 times, each of those times is different at the fundamental level.

That said, it can sure seem like déjà vu all over again, but only if you don’t notice that even after those myriad versions of the apparently same thing, there are still aspects of the experience you’ve never experienced before.

To wit:

  • Accessing the bridge over the freeway from a wide concrete bike path that previously was more famous for its incarnation as the Davemuda Triangle
  • Taking a left through the urban mountain bike park leading to the “flat way” down towards the water
  • Corkscrewing along university sidewalks that weren’t there when you were a student to arrive at a dead end that was
  • Hair-pinning at the bottom of the viaduct bomb to emerge from the underground right into the shopping mall village
  • Legally drinking British-sized glasses of beer at an official sidewalk café where historically, it’s been illegally quaffing hidden tallboys in essentially the same place
  • Sausages and hotdog buns at the friendly home firepit; seeing the latter burn green for some unknown reason; the preservative, maybe?
  • Riding home from said friendly home more or less sober; not even coming close to a crash

It’s not obvious why human beings should have a taste for novelty; you’d think that from an evolutionary adaptive standpoint, we’d prefer everything to be the same as much as possible, but whatever the reason; it’s abundantly clear that all you have to do is pay attention to notice the difference; maybe that’s the most novel part of all.


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