Not all those who wander are lost
It has been 10 months with 2 days shy.
It took me that long to understand that i was commandeered and coerced by a host of meandering magicians.
They sucked me dry of all creativity, relegating my existence into one of futile servitude.
“Generate this at your leisure” they command.
“What ever for?” I reply.
“Why to create a paper” They retort, bewildered by such an asinine question.
“I generate results to write a paper, a documentation of my results then? Thus I search for results for the sake of documenting them!”
“Imagine then my friends” I suddenly exclaim!
“Imagine if i was a mad man and began documenting my movements. Or, more likely, i became mad as i documented it”
“We imagine, and so what?” They sigh
“Well the mad man’s proclivities are generally bad; but in one way, their symptom of madness could be seen through an insistence they move so they can document it.”
“John, why do you go to the toilet” the physician asks.
“Well, because i wish to document their magnanimity, odour and appearance of my faeces!!” the mad men proudly exclaims.
The mad man’s story is thus akin to ours. Our search is not due to papers, or rather we do not practice physics for access to paper. Rather we engage in discoveries for their own sake.
The paper is not needed, it exists only due to our mental limitations. A perfect memory and perfect correctness would allow us to communicate perfect; hence rendering the paper mute.
“And yet, my histrionic personification, this is how we do it” it smirks.
