Re: morality and Darwin
Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2023 8:29 am
He, Carlson, had been working late that day. The previous day's marathon had drained him. He could hardly think, his eyes closed by themselves and few minutes later ... he was in a deep sleep. He began to dream or was it a nightmare? It would depend as it always does. He saw a talking cat, an alien jumping off the Niagara falls, and ... and ... a mortician working on St. Anselm's corpse.
Suddenly, he was awake, wide, wide awake. He immediately knew what that meant - he had solved the Morgan puzzle! He jumped outta bed, wrote in a frenzy on a piece of paper his solution - short & sweet? - ran out of his second-floor apartment, down a flight of dimly-lit stairs, got into his car and sped off.
He was speeding, he didn't care! No one really cares. He didn't see the light from the semi's headlights ... bang! crash! It was over in the blink of an eye. Carlson was dead! The driver of the semi, a middle-aged man, portly, bald and short got out and approached the wreckage. Carlson's lifeless body was in the driver's seat and on his blood-soaked face was the paper, on it, barely legible, in large letters, 1 = -1.
Suddenly, he was awake, wide, wide awake. He immediately knew what that meant - he had solved the Morgan puzzle! He jumped outta bed, wrote in a frenzy on a piece of paper his solution - short & sweet? - ran out of his second-floor apartment, down a flight of dimly-lit stairs, got into his car and sped off.
He was speeding, he didn't care! No one really cares. He didn't see the light from the semi's headlights ... bang! crash! It was over in the blink of an eye. Carlson was dead! The driver of the semi, a middle-aged man, portly, bald and short got out and approached the wreckage. Carlson's lifeless body was in the driver's seat and on his blood-soaked face was the paper, on it, barely legible, in large letters, 1 = -1.