Jared Witt | April 23, 2020
Times are tough for humans. It seems like we’re being blamed for almost everything these days and for no good reason. I mean, evolutionarily speaking, we sort of did crash an all-day wedding celebration in the last minute or so of the reception, right as everyone was starting to clean up, ate all the leftovers, poured champagne all over the mixing board so the happy chimpanzee couple couldn't get their deposit back, and then started pumping toxic gas into the room, for some reason. So there’s that. But never mind it all, no more human-bashing for the remainder of this blog. There’s gotta be an upside, right?
The world might’ve been a happy little utopia without us (it wasn’t, but let’s just say). The question then becomes, would the world have known that it was happy? What good is happiness, if there is no one around to ponder to themselves, “Wow, I’m really happy.” Does happiness even exist, if we never take conscious note of it? What is happiness if the universe never becomes aware of itself?
Jared Witt | April 9, 2020
You ever stop and muse how odd it is that food tastes good?
It didn’t have to. It could just taste like nothing. Or for that matter, taste could have never been a thing at all in the first place. You know, the very specialized cells in our nose, mouth, and throat, which interact with these specific chemicals and in an instant create multiple layers of signals for our brains to interpret resulting in a number of endorphins which make us feel a certain way that is oddly subjective but also objective? Yeah. There’s no rule that said it had to be that way.
Think about that. You smell sourdough bread or some fontina cheese hits your tongue, and you feel things!? What!? That fact alone should keep a permanent smile on our faces. What is essentially a rote chemical transaction suddenly has us remembering our grandmother or becoming whimsical about Chicago or starting to fall for the person sitting across the table.
Jared Witt | April 2, 2020
(For the next several weeks, I’ll be writing a series of blogs that is all about how beautiful, abundant, and chock full of Divinity this world is. This will be a fear and pessimism free zone. Save this sentence, you will not see words like COVID-19, coronavirus, quarantine, social distancing, stimulus or the like. Those are such a tiny minority among the things of this world: 99.99% of which are good and true and lovely. I think the true and lovely things deserve more air time than they’ve been getting. Philippians 4:8.)
It’s about one in the afternoon and the pavement in the French Quarter is molten. Never mind all that. I’m in the mood for some rabbit’s foot jambalaya at Coop’s Place on Decatur. The hotter, the better. Coop’s also has the benefit that you can’t get there without strolling by the four piece ragtime outfit that hunkers down near the flea market.
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