Dear Reader:

The eternal question rendered into a dice toss.

You can learn a lot in a couple of hours, you can learn a lot in a day. In a heartbeat you can learn a lifetime.

Nothing can be what you choose no matter your intent nor your deepest wishes, not even your childhood dreams stack up to bolster your idea of what your life should have been once the rest of the equation is factored in. Should have, could have, would have, is the universal lament of the might have been’s, but it’s also a cautionary example to the more mundanely successful that “that way lies random disaster.”

Insert axioms here. Pad here with adages that extol virtues unattainable. But also paint the picture that other hands dip into pigments that should never be squeezed from the tube, but inevitably and wantonly are, usually with wild abandon and a huge lack of remorse for consequences to innocents and participants alike. It’s a mad, bad, sad world out here and this is where we have to live – if we want to live.

Occam’s Razor is where I reside. Not the nice philosophical blade that cuts either one way or the other, what is is and what is not is not, that which – well you know. It’s either one thing or it’s not, supposedly, but that’s a philosophical question that bores the piss out of me. Judging infinite conundrums by finite standards, even the sound of that trite and torn lament raises the stiff hairs wherever they – back to a point where consensus might be possible.

Sitting astride a razor, even Occam’s, is a painful proposition first and an agitating way to peruse a life. That razor is ultimately responsible for cataclysmic upheavals in the never-smooth-anyway flow of breath-to-breath existence, and over any period beyond the aforementioned heartbeat, a dangling Damoclesian scimitar that will sever all ties with preconceived expectations of a life fulfilled.

The easy way out is to shuffle off this mortal boil, but it's so damn easy, it's been made a sin and there's a whole back story as to why it shouldn't be done for folly or release. Once we're off this wheel we can see how ridiculous it was to stay on it for so damn long without solving it. The whole point becomes clear and we choose to hop back on once we see how really easy it is.

But once back in the mortal saddle, we forget all the hints and cheats and clues to making it a fun ride and get caught up in the minutia all over again. We see through those finite eyes and the real point is once again beyond our grasp. Cute, isn't it?

Maybe the point is just that, to divert ourselves of the boredom of eternity with a handful of tickets on the Carney's rigged wheel of life.

Beats staring at the Akashic Records all Millennia.

Ah well,this issue of Writer's Cramp is dedicated to my good friend and one hell of a talented writer, Ronald Carpenter.

As always, Enjoy.

Sincerely,
Robert G Liberty
Publishing Editor
Writer’s Cramp Online Magazine