Living on the edge...

Recently, I have been toying with the idea of getting a dog. I discussed the prospects of pet ownership with a friend of mine, who immediately, without holding his breath even for a second blurted, "Why don't you get a wife instead. Easier to maintain." Clearly, he was at least 30 ft away from his better half, and loves to live on the edge. I did tell him that there were easier ways to commit suicide. Distance is good at times. It saves lives. Here is another example. We asked a colleague of mine on why he wasn't inviting us for lunch to his new place. With no thought-gap in his speech, and in his full senses, he exclaimed, "My wife was awfully busy the last week. So there was no one to clean the place." Again, it is to be noted that the distance between his mouth and his wife's ears was at least 4 miles, as the crow flies. Either people love to live on the edge, or the darwin-zman theory on extinction is awfully misplaced (see my previous entry on this blog).

thought-gap: A unit to time. Time so small, so to allow only one thought. no thought-gap means, no time even to allow one thought through...