So you say, so you say, but how could it possibly be the same every day?
Two dinners could possibly be identical if prepared by MasterChef-winning microbiologists, and it would be possible to wear precisely the same clothes two days running although not everybody would be happy to do so, but honestly, two days could not really be anything remotely close to identical, no matter how powerful a superficial feeling of sameness and monotony in one’s life there might be.
Even if you could breathe and move in identical ways doing exactly the same things in exactly the same ways on two successive days indoors and/ or out of doors, even if you could undertake identical journeys by the same private or public transport and/or by walking, even if you were able to drive your car with exactly the same traffic patterns on the roads and always with identical amounts of petrol in the engine, digest in an identical way exactly the same food and drink in the same quantities at the same times using identical cups, plates, dishes and cutlery…
You could have identical conversations or dialogues with all the same people feeling exactly the same about all of them each time but still, if they were strangers on day 1, they would not be strangers on day 2, but you could in theory say exactly the same things to yourself.
On top of all this, even if you had identical mood and thought patterns and energy levels on both days, identical blood pressure, pulse and oxygen readings at identical times each day and experienced the same weather and the same temperatures and the same patterns of comfort, discomfort – or, if applicable, pain, even if you woke up, washed, coughed and used a lavatory at exactly the same times, even if you met or noticed exactly the same people at the same times unless you were on your own the whole day long each time, even if day 2 were overall a precise re-run of day 1 (I could go on, but won’t), if day 1 were Tuesday, the otherwise identical day 2 would have to be Wednesday.
I can’t seriously comment on a spirit world after death, as there is no certainty that it exists, much as I hope it does. A spirit life might have total sameness by virtue of not being broken down into years, months or days.
Who knows? We might be happy with such a life, thinking variety is no longer essential or even just definable as the spice of life and that music is only tolerable with a minimum of variation – with notes of different length but all on the one tone and at an identical volume, with a certain rhythm but no melody or tunefulness whatever, nothing you could hum, whistle or sing, with treble and bass clef both always in perfect unison, and played only by one musical instrument, quite possibly not a harp.
Yet here on Planet Earth, day 2 could never come remotely near to being a perfect replica of day 1.
And variety or variation is no mere spice of life as the proverb says- it surely must be essential. There must even be variety in types of apparent monotony, and variations in types of boredom.
By Peter Cox
26 February 2018