The resident faculty left two small boxes outside the mail room. One had something in it. The other did not. The staff hope it was a clue. (More)
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Thus we return to the two small boxes left by the resident faculty as they made their way from the
wine cellar library where they spent the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”) to the hot tub faculty lounge for their weekly game where the underwear goes flying planning conference.
One of the boxes contained a twist tie that may have been formed into a squirrel. The Squirrel disagreed and the staff agreed that it may also have been a cat, until Pootie the Precious disagreed. We conceded that it might have been a horse, a misshapen DNA strand, a cloud, or merely a three-dimensional doodle made by someone who had done too much
drinking thinking. Ultimately, however, the staff agreed the first box contained … something.
The other box was empty and – after a brief but spirited debate about the relevance of air molecules, quantum jitters, and the physical structure of spacetime itself – the staff concluded the second box contained … nothing.
The staff pondered this intently – a process that a casual observer might mistake for sipping coffee and chatting about the weather – while the Squirrel tapped at his Blewberry. We had moved on from the weather to the dearth of intelligent Sunday night programming in the absence of Downton Abbey, and thence to the start of the Paris-Nice cycling race and the Major League Soccer season. We were almost back to the physical structure of spacetime when the Squirrel sat upright.
“Did you find anything?” Chef asked.
“I found something,” the Squirrel texted. “But it may be nothing.”
Your lowly mail room cast a sidelong glance at the clock, silently noting that the Squirrel often eavesdrops on the resident faculty and that the entire student body were perched on the edges of their chairs, waiting for this week’s topic. Or not.
“I was enjoying the conversation,” the Squirrel texted. “Anyway, this week the resident faculty will discuss why the passage of legislation and other changes in government may be best understood in the frame of doing Something or Nothing.”
“We were supposed to deduce that,” the
Professor of Astrology Janitor asked, holding up the two boxes, “from this?”
“Well,” the Squirrel texted, “at least it’s something.”