Lamont and Dude Ponder Perfection

 

“Lamont, are you perfect?”

“What?”

“Perfect. Have you reached perfection as a being, you know, after all the iterations, the thousands of years?”

“How in hell would I know that?”

“I was just wondering about the whole idea of perfection. It seems to me there’s no such thing.”

“Of course there’s such a thing as perfection. Why wouldn’t there be? In this world where some things are so abysmally flawed, wouldn’t it make sense that there would be things that are transcendentally perfect?”

“What?”

“Look back. Do you remember any of your life times when you were very small, very vulnerable, very beautiful and lived only a day or so? Were you ever a cicada or, say, a butterfly?”

“I don’t know. If I was, I don’t think I was around long enough to form any real memories of the experience. My clearest memories are of when we were trees, velociraptors and, of course, that glorious pleistocene interlude… That was perfection.”

“See what I mean? Compared to being harassed by a meteor, though, being a cicada would be pretty good. Maybe even close to perfect.”

“I wouldn’t go that far, Lamont. We had a great life until the meteor came. And then the end? Now THAT was perfect. How many creatures get blasted by meteors? Hey, do you think it’s possible that the meteor caused a sudden evolutionary surge that immediately turned some of the smaller dinosaurs into winged creatures?”

“It was a meteor, Dude, not magic.”

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4 thoughts on “Lamont and Dude Ponder Perfection

  1. I cannot wait for the episode where they discover they disappeared by means of methane gas self poisoning somewhere in the tar pit and it was not the meteor after all. Those two are perfect, write a book about them, or did Charles Darwin already do it. I think Darwin got it all wrong in any case.

    • It all depends on if they remember that. It’s not up to me. I’m just a Shirley Maclaine to them… I’ve also come to understand that some of their incarnations just left no real imprint on their lllllooooonnnnngggg term memory.

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