I have a rough idea of how competitive peekaboo works, and maybe I’ll write up the rules one day, but I still haven’t figured out what goes on in professional beachball, so it might be a while.
Object Permanence is a delusion, Peekaboo is a lesson in the eternal truth that all things must fall into the obscurity of oblivion, just as they arise from the oblivion of obscurity.
It informs the unformed mind of that wind called change, and that they may be being watched at any time, from any quarter. They are all around us, the staring eyes, laughing, mocking, accusing, behind their well manicured fingers, the petty bourgeois. Saint Elias was once Helios who was once Aeolus. They plucked a setting sun from a sky and enshrined it as a man.
what IS the goal of peekaboo? just to understand the difference between being seen and unseen? I’m told dogs understand that..
I have a rough idea of how competitive peekaboo works, and maybe I’ll write up the rules one day, but I still haven’t figured out what goes on in professional beachball, so it might be a while.
Actually, peekaboo has to do with the fact that babies don’t quite have object permanence yet.
*jetpacks away*
Object Permanence is a delusion, Peekaboo is a lesson in the eternal truth that all things must fall into the obscurity of oblivion, just as they arise from the oblivion of obscurity.
It informs the unformed mind of that wind called change, and that they may be being watched at any time, from any quarter. They are all around us, the staring eyes, laughing, mocking, accusing, behind their well manicured fingers, the petty bourgeois. Saint Elias was once Helios who was once Aeolus. They plucked a setting sun from a sky and enshrined it as a man.
Pablo: Slow your jetpack, man. Competitive peekaboo is to peekaboo as BurgerTime is to… um, throwing pepper at a hot dog to make a baby laugh.
Rebel: I traveled 10^100 years into the future and realized I had been correct about object permanence as an infant. I ordered the club sandwich.
What is the suggested wine pairing for a club sandwich and the realization of object impermanence, something rather apres vie I suppose?
You’d think so, but it’s actually just Muscat.
*jetpacks back*
Clearly I have much to learn then, master.
I am not a teacher, but an awakener.