Late one night, I crept into the Philosopher’s Philosophy Chair while he was out, just to see if any Big Thoughts would hit me.
And then I thought to myself: would I even know what a Big Thought looked like if it was staring me in the face?
I decided to test myself by flipping through the Philosopher’s notebook.
The very sad conclusion of this was unexpected: turns out that everyone around me in high school who was “doodling” in their notes was actually having brilliant Big Thoughts left, right and center.*
Dash it all!