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Thursday, March 5, 2015

spring training; time to get on with things

spring training; time to get on with things

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

There is a certain familiarity in life for one who has been around for a long time and you and I are getting to the point where we have been around long enough. Once we thought we were significant and important, now we see the wheel rolls on with or without us.

There is an alienated majesty to all we do and see but no permanence in anything.

Egyptian History is real only in the museums. Case in point; tourists shun going to Luxor in Egypt lately, because they are afraid of potential violence. The timeless regal statues and Gods in modern Egypt stand unobserved. Who will keep them from being buried by blowing drifting sands?

Here's what I wrote before for those of us who sometimes try to understand the Show we find ourselves placed and living in:

Major League Baseball/ is it a simulation

fiction
edward w pritchard

Who hasn't spent hundreds of hours watching the slot machines as they feed in coins who hasn't wondered who the programmer who skillfully prefigured my experience there in front of the slot machine today infinitely random but distantly familiar and predictable?

Major League Baseball seems the same experience to me a long time fan as I watch various games now in the playoff season. As the short stop snatches a grounder and races the runner dashing from first  toward second base for a forced inning ending third out; it seems preprogrammed. As if I have seen the same young player do the same procedure thousands of times since I first began watching televised baseball in 1959.

Life and sport seem a simulation to me now. Distantly predictable and repetitive despite the pre-programmmed attempts at randomness by an unknown programmer.

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