Monkey Shines

As I finished my shower today I was staring at the frosted glass shower cabinet door and I saw the image of a laughing monkey staring at me. It was simply a Rorschach-test-like arrangement of some water droplets on the glass surface which my mind read as a monkey face. Kinda like when people see the image of Jesus on their breakfast toast.

If you blend science and religion in a somewhat cavalier fashion one could argue that a monkey-like face may well be the image of God. If God created man in his image, as the Bible states, and science assumes "man" may have started as early as a million and a half years ago with Homo erectus who probably looked much more simian than modern humans, well then, the leap isn't that great, is it? Perhaps Dr. Zaius wasn't that far off?

The human mind is a complex thing. It's extremely difficult to absolutely objectively analyse its workings since, anyone who is doing the analysis is, themselves, using their own human mind. It's hard to use scientific methodology with no viable control subject.

When one tries to evaluate the functionality of their own mind, the task becomes near, if not completely, impossible. Never mind the biases that can be restrained by a well-trained objective observer like pre-conceptions and affirmed fixations but throw in quantum physics and well-documented phenomenon regarding perception such as the Schrödinger's cat paradox and, well, you soon see that the task becomes futile. Those saying otherwise are full of it.

Almond Joy, Defarge Crisis, Embarqing, Koyaanisqatsi. Call it what you will but it is what it is.

I quit my job today.

Like some B-movie thriller, or something right out of an S.K. book, I can't seem to avoid my monkey. He sits there, forever beaming his evil, twisted grin. Dammed him!

If I could play an accordian I might be inclined to dress him up like a bellboy, put a tin cup in his hand and head for the nearest street corner.