332 words by attila written on 2014-08-11, last edit: 2016-08-04, tags: rantPrevious post: India's food security act: Myths and reality - Opinion - Al Jazeera EnglishNext post: Adventures in Ports: Parsing Expression Grammars

Nothing is ever fixed. It never gets fixed. It just gets pushed away until it isn't in plain sight and then it's still not fixed. Fixing things means breaking other things. The wrapper on a new screwdriver. Your own stupid brain. Whatever. Eggs. Omelettes. Fixing means breaking.

You can also choose to leave it alone. This is not the same as pushing it aside. You don't push. You leave. It can still be right there but you find some pool of zen calm to climb into and you can sit there with it, unfixed. You're just leaving it alone, that's all.

It isn't likely that you can leave it alone forever. It is possible. The possible can be extrapolated into the future just like the probable. It is likely that your pool of zen calm will dry up. It is possible that it won't.

Pools of zen calm are not easily found. It seems like you should be able to pick one of those up at bed, bath and beyond. There's a discount if you have a code from the internet. But then you get it home and it's just a cheesy injection-molded fountain driven by a shitty pump made in china, glued to the bottom of a plastic kiddie pool. No zen. No calm. That's not it.

If you know for sure it can't be fixed then it seems useless trying. How do you know if it can be fixed? Has it ever gotten fixed before? Do you know what it would be like if it were fixed? Can you even imagine it? If you can't imagine it then how can it happen?

That's pretty much the question that delineates the boundary of the bubble. The inside of the bubble contains all the things you can imagine. What's outside the bubble is unimaginable. Outside the bubble it can be fixed.

So how do you get out?

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