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December 11, 2009


one billion daleks

Your anxieties made me think of a splendid little poem by Hughes Mearns, a popular variation and extract of which is below. It is called ...

When I was climbing up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away.

There are many interesting speculations (what daleks call "facets") as to what on earth this poem is about! Some are mundane ... it's about a shadow, or a reflection in a mirror ... others are more profound, it's about shame or guilt.

There again, being a nonsense poem, maybe it's a both a statement about, and a manifestation of, the suppression of reason (the 'man' equating to the m-pole) and the consequent ascendency (or "climbing up the stair") of irrational fears ...?

Well, whatever the heck it's about, the facet that seems most relevent to your post is that it's about the propensity to worry for the sake of it. For after all, the poem is an exercise in "worrying about nothing" in itself!

Ah well, for what it's worth - it *pop!*ed into Mind upon reading your post - so er, there you go!

OK then,
All The Best!

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