The right Answers do no use without the correct question; God may have already given you the meaning of life but you were probably too entranced with your cell phone to ask an intelligible question. Take Life, the Universe and Everything, what monumental question could you even put forth to gain a satisfactory answer? This seemingly intuitive concept is beginning to make sense already, but I have devised a foolproof inquiry and the best part is. You don’t have to wait on God for it to be answered, because you can solve it yourself with a few minutes of thought and a cup of coffee.
The following account presents just one of the awful facets of the nature of reality all young men and women must face as they transition into adults. In coming into a new life individuals learn the roles of ordinary household appliances; what they are, what they do and how to use them with the least electricity so your landlord wont notice that your stealing all the power. The kitchen is a dangerous environment, if you’re an especially attractive cut of meat. Otherwise, life there is pretty swell; take the toaster a true marvel of modernity. A modest professional who does exactly what it was meant to do.
Content in its corner of the kitchen, it works on a regular schedule which is usually breakfast time. The toaster has it pretty easy, its life isn’t complicated by ambiguity like the lowly plate. The plate isn’t confined to one small nook, it gets used (often abused) while it sees the world. Between cluttered dishwashers, messy cooking experiments and months untouched in the pantry the plate sees the world and knows that bad things happen to good plates, and that naughty plates sometimes get the best treatment. The plate sits and ponders the only question that can come to his miserable mind; why. As stated, the toaster isn’t bothered by such queries, it has a job to do. The toaster doesn’t mind monotony, in fact it thrives at its specialty. And why shouldn’t it be proud, it does excellent work? Toasters love their place in the kitchen, and seem perfectly suited for the niche they occupy.
The negative mood of the plates isn’t something they usually have to deal with, and if so it is only for a fleeting, unfortunate second. Unfortunate may not be the correct word, perhaps uncanny does best, because of the plates contemptuous attitude toward the toaster. The absurdity of the situation is that after a while that toasters often feel as if they are left out of some inside joke all the plates are in on. So unsettled, are these toasters, that some have even begun wondering whether it is better for them to be a plate.
Specialized utilitarianism…doing the only good it can for the only people that use it. What a simple life a toaster leads. A new question for reincarnations questionaires…would you rather come back as a toaster, or a…
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hmm Im interested in which philosophical postion on fate you hold? Always an interesting conversation. Deterministic? Fatalistic? I wouldn’t mind being reincarnated as any happy animal/object that doesn’t have to deal with silly humans haha.
Hard to imagine an animal that doesn”t have to deal with humans or the fallout of their activities…guess it would have to be an object. A yard gnome? Musical instrument that is loved and appreciated, and played by someone who knows how to draw the best out of it.
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I think it’s enticing to be a plate-like you said, it sees the world.
On the other hand, it doesn’t choose what life puts on it, and sometimes doesn’t get anything at all.
The toaster is always at work and always makes a product, but it’s always the same product.
Both, however, are successful in different ways- they just make they best of whatever material they’re made of.
In your scene, the blessing or possibility of reincarnation leads me to hope for a return as the counter top; Both toaster and plate plus the myriad of accessories in kitchen stuffs exist in some way on the counter. It may be a cheat on the choices you presented but the ‘niche of/in the corner’ that secured the toaster is the what I can identify with here… The security in being and always being or just not, is where ‘i’ want to be, the wanting to just be…
If I had to be a plate, let it be in a restaurant. New people several times each day.