February 15, 1999

Yesterdays' Diogenes and Life's Experiment

It is perhaps for the best that I did not do a Diogenes yesterday. . . but I do wonder if it was for the best doing any Diogenes ever. I thought a lot too much this weekend. This is not honesty, typing away at a keyboard to faceless digital representations of people I may or may not know. Honesty is going up to people and saying exactly what's on your mind. This weekend was just me running. . . this life has just been myself running. There are certain people I should say things to, both good and bad.

I've often claimed I know the meaning of life or the secret therein. At last count, I said that the secret to life is knowing that other people also live and spending precious moments with other living people. There's another key to consider, but I don't know if I know it. Honesty is not it, for dignity to our common man can counteract the need for the truth. I think I'll have to experiment for a while. That's it. Life is experimentation.

I have a hypothesis and the proper systems of measurement all set. Beware individual of the world. . . I come armed with the scientific method.