James* Had a Giant Something. Shhh.

I know what it Meant.

I’m Personally, Elementally, Absolutely Certain He Meant: Go For it!

Apparently, we’re all supposed to tiptoe around this subject. Witness what I’ll call…

Exhibit I.

But I continue to think there’s a phase transition out there, one straw, one grain of sand, one stunningly shameless lie too many. For example, here’s a candidate I’ll call…

Exhibit II.

How brazen can it get? He’s just laughing at us now.

“Do I dare, and do I dare…?” — T.S. Eliot

*Oh, yeah. Look up the meaning of the name.

P.S. FAIR WARNING. Don’t get carried away.

If you follow the clues above, you could come to believe you’re on the trail of Serendicity. It’s more like insanity, or quantum pattern, which is indistinguishable from insanity. It’s a rabbit hole you should NOT dive into.

Beware the Rabbit Hole

Beware the Rabbit Hole.

Most of you don’t know the difference between coincidence and conspiracy, destiny and determinism, or prophecy and paranoia. Don’t go there.

Don’t read anything into the first initial of this poem‘s title character. Or the content of the poem. Probably the kid book writer stole it from here for Freudian reasons of his own.

Don’t track down the etymology of the big fruit up top. Doesn’t matter that the noun is Persian and the verb means betrayal.

Don’t follow the Jacob root to Esau and Hussein. There is no link. If you read past the first full paragraph, you need professional help.

Consider instead that there’s something we could call Pseudo-Serendicity. I’m working on a definition of it. In the meantime, don’t move. Work on the London Times crossword instead.

3 thoughts on “James* Had a Giant Something. Shhh.

  1. I threw caution to the wind and ignored your warnings. Whew, that is a lot to take in. How deep down the rabbit hole did *you* go?

    Peach of a post.

    • Pretty far but just for fun. Bear in mind that all the linkages depend on James and the Giant Peach, which I drew out of thin air. In other words, there’s no there there. lol.

      • We named our second son James for a number of reasons, but we knew the Supplanter meaning, of course. Sure enough, he is so ambitious and eager to overtake our eldest, two years his senior, and he routinely matches and bests him in some things. Should make for an interesting ride. What’s in a name? Indeed.

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