Sync I
“Is it always like is,” asked my other cat sarcastically as I sat and stared at the blank screen in front of me.
“There’s one-thousand and one things on my mind,” I sighed. “One-thousand and one points from which I may start placing my mind in order. Yet in the end it always seems to come down to something casual I added to the end of the conversation we had last night…” My mind tapered off then as I began a serious effort to recall.
I’d defined a brief plan of attempted understanding. Something due to last a few days. Something to assist during one of those subtle shifts of mind and emotion. Reason had allowed me to spot it. Reason told me too that now was the time to say something about it. Yet so far my hesitant attempts at words had served merely to fuel my frustration, rather than my enlightenment.
“Synchronize,” I muttered, “begin with what you know, begin with where you are and what you’ve got.”
“Chained to a chair not of your making,” replied my cat to no-one in particular, “with two dead cats and the reflection of the item in the back of your mind projected onto the shadow of another man’s faith.”
“It’s not funny,” hissed my other cat.
“Wolf,” barked the wolf from the other side of the room.
“Recognized,” asserted my cat from her vantage point, “you may speak here.”
“Just don’t think of using the word coincidence with regards to any assertions you make here,” purred my other cat, “you’ll only annoy him.”
“Understood,” nodded the wolf, “and now to business. Because I become concerned with the congruencies between the wider plot of your life and the specific plot as seen on TV.”
For a moment I considered a verbal reply. Until the set of related data expanded by several orders of magnitude, leaving me flapping with even more connections and entanglements than I was comfortable with.
“Allow me,” prompted my other cat. And with that she fixed the wolf with the full force of her stare, and began to speak on my behalf. “It’s like this all the time,” she asserted, “yet every time he attempts to put it into words the connections expand into a certainty of weird. Leaving him flapping like a fish out of water as he tries to argue around the obvious exceptions his words cause within consensus.”
“Got it,” I muttered. And with that I framed my mind around a specific body of knowledge. A web of linked and interlinked information. Something filled with many images. Many the wolf would recognize as his own. “I share with you,” I incanted, “my mind.”
“Time is,” concluded my cat, “the simplest thing.”
