I just ate some delicious waffles and bacon. Not really! I imagined that I ate some delicious waffles and bacon and it was almost like I ate some delicious waffles and bacon, I think! Dad says he thinks about many things that aren't worth thinking about and that because he does this so often it's hard to tell if the things that aren't worth thinking about are really not worth thinking about because why would he think about them so much, and what does it mean that he thinks about them all the time, more than the things he thinks he ought to think about? I think about waffles and bacon. I'm not sure if they're worth thinking about, but I also think about butter, and I know that butter is worth thinking about, it always is, always!
Because Dad thinks so much there's no more room in his head, he says, for the things that matter and so now he sits quietly in his chair and tries hard not to think. It's called meditation, Curt, he tells me, and then I ask how he's able to not think because wouldn't you have to think about not thinking in order not to think, which seems to me like a catch-22, you know, Shh! he says, I'm not thinking! No! No! No more thinking! Don't you understand?
No. I don't.
Sometimes Dad is the most normal person I know. Sometimes, he makes no sense at all.
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