ATHENA'S OUT TO LUNCH: A Philosophical Pretext on Attaining Truth Through Error

1.) Dr. Big Bird, testing his PhD knack in Comparative Idiocy, brought forth the issue: Are you willing to relive an experience on the condition that it will be altogether erased from memory right afterwards? It sounded very Eternal Sunshine but I said, Sure, why not? In analysis, Dr. Bird saw me as anti-sentiment and non-romantic for driveling on instant gratification and choosing the here and now over the future. How could you, he said, when memory is a Romantic's handy and convenient all-tool. Besides, he continued, reminiscing is always ten times better than the experience itself and that I could have relived the good experience as many times as I wanted. Evidently the doctor was thinking the other way, from the other end. I told him the experience I wanted to relive was horrible and that I was willing to suffer the horror one more time if only to get rid altogether the memory of that pain;

2.) Lydia was my schoolmate in college. She was cute and bubbly and possessed a megawatt smile. I had a crush on her and dreamt of bringing her home as my young wife. She knew I had an eye for her; I didn't know if she had thoughts of me. Psycho time. Hey, dear Liddy, if I were to put you inside a room where everything is white, the ceiling being white, the walls are white, the floor is white, and there is not a single opening, no windows, no doors, you were just like inside a white box, who would you want to be with at that very moment? My heart beat fast as I rooted for me as the reply. Mang Ramon, came the disappointment. No shit, who was Mang Ramon, a pervert of a neighbor? He was our neighbor alright, she confirmed, and the one I needed if I were to get out of that box. Mang Ramon, you see, is a carpenter, she quipped while flashing her megawatt smile.


3.) In a gang of four, my closest buddy was actually the one we're having, Miguel, the saint, the beer. But I admired Manny. Witty, very witty. A widely acknowledged mathematician, Manny could invent a new set of positive or negative integers at a moment's notice. One time, over Miguel, we spoke of the universe. Finite or infinite? Finite, I said. I mean, my professor in Metaphysics said. I echoed the prof: the universe is composed of bodies and all bodies are finite. The sum of the parts simply attained the characteristic of the parts. Manny did not argue but had his own query. If the universe is finite, it must have boundaries. If I went out of its bounds, where would I be?

Is Athena back yet?