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Hey, Pastuszek! You liked my drunk rather associative "philosophizing" on shit? :)
How could I not?
I had just admitted that for three years I had been only thinking
--- and thinking only --- of this dissertation I had to deliver.
(In this regard, writing is like excrement. And, e.g., I told them of my remark.)
Thinking loud that during those three years, I had discovered that thought in philosophy
equals excrement in biology. Not by reading some obscure biological finding,
but by, as I have already said, thinking the thing. You could call it a moment of zen,
or zillions of other things. As I just there sat at toilet seat, reflecting,
future anterior, my eyes fell on cat lying partly hidden behind shower curtains of same colour.
It was staring at something. I oriented my eyes --- how could I not? --- and saw his shit,
built up monumental. In front of feet. Cat knew I was seeing it, and that I had that thought.
Cat remained; I perplexed. At that moment I myself shit. Cat just like before, staring
at his own shit. I stood up ready to wash hands when a sudden command had me clean cat’s
leftovers just outside the main door of its own cat toilet. I replenished my own
clean and neat toilet, plucked cat shit throwing it in it. My idea was then to check the condition of cat toilet, its hygienic conditions so to speak. Surprised I noticed that as cat
toilet was perfectly usable, cat itself raced away. It had told me something. We do communicate with animals. The “animal” left the “human.” “Why?” is therefore
the question --- for us. And: “Did I wash my hands?” “If so, at what point in the story?” And: “Why is the thing so properly comparable to shit?” (Humans are feceocratic beings.)
Humans signal excess of excrement. Such could be one working hypothesis.
Not only financial interest is right there.
: Submitted by a somewhat drunk rubenshein thinking it complied to the criteria of being the emperors new mind. (But in the end, who would know and who would decide who is emperor?, this question translating itself into that of a certain communism.)