Television Science: the Year of the Circuit
I keep hearing authorities on public radio applying logic to who
and what we are that, if applied to a TV set, might run as follows:
Though tradition claims that there is life beyond this TV set, a
life that continues after its demise --actual living beings who
create these moving pictures, the TV set being only a means of presenting
them to others --we know, scientifically, that this cannot be the
case. Here is the evidence:
1. Obviously, nothing of the life you see on a TV set can survive
the demise of the TV set. Proof: destroy a TV set. It contains no
more life, nor ever will again.
2. Evidence is mounting that the TV set is the SOURCE of the pictures
you see on its screen. They are all created within the "brain"
of the TV set. For example, if you sever this wire, the pictures
vanish. If you sever THIS one, the picture lose their vertical hold.
If you cut THAT one, they lose horizontal hold. If you destroy that
part, they fade. If you destroy THAT part, the sound vanishes. And
so forth. By disabling one or another component to see what it controls,
scientists, daily, are clarifying the ways in which the various
parts of the TV set contribute to the creation of its pictures.
(Tube or not tube?)
3. Where sets are faulty (electrical brain imbalances), we can't
cure them, but we CAN keep them operating. For example, when we
jolt this set by attaching a power line to this part here, we don't
get the correct picture back, but notice how the screen flares up,
all brilliant white? See? We can keep it happy.
Our scientists -- never has more intelligence been exerted to propound
greater stupidity. When a body dies, a body dies; therefore there
is no soul. Huh? When you mess up part of a brain, the person becomes
incapable of telling one face from another. Therefore the person
IS his brain. So let's see: If I'm using brains and nerves to communicate
via a body, and you can mess up my communication lines by messing
up the body, I don't exist? If you can cut the brake linings on
a car so that the brakes don't work, this proves that there's no
driver?
I hope your brain (your?) enjoys these poems.
Oops -- got to go now. I hear my brain calling.
Lobe (frontal) and xxxxx
from Dean’s fingers
(They write the poems, not me -- says my brain.)
Copyright © 2001 by Dean Blehert. All Rights Reserved.
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