Certainly, by 1879, the teapot must have been fully explored as a practical instrument for making tea. There would seem to have been no need to radically redesign the teapot. To me, this is not an evolved teapot, but a devolved one. The hole in the middle functions only to speed up cooling of the tea, the straight line from the bottom of the pot to the tip of the spout looks like a massive spill waiting to happen, and the spiked knob on top would be a nasty thing to grab onto in a darkened kitchen. This is a nightmare teapot; a surreal teapot, full of bitter tea, and the distilled dregs of a sleepless night.
I’m not here to help you make sense of the world. No. On the contrary, I am here to convince you that there is no sense but nonsense. There is no Plan, no Reason, no Why. There is just the huge confusing mess you find yourself entangled in. And you my young friend, are intimately connected to, and indeed, identical with, that huge confusing mess. You were not born into this world; you grew out of it. As naturally as fruit appears on a tree, you have appeared in the world. The world is made of you. You ARE what it IS.
Whatever you/we are, it all began an immeasurably long time ago, before consciousness was. It was probably much simpler In The Beginning, but as it spread out and cooled and clumped together, compounding and complexity began.
At some point, what we would call Life began, here, and probably lots of other places throughout the vastness of the universe (but that’s only an intuition) and it was so simple it could live happily in puddles. And so it remained for aeons until Something Happened (still puzzling over that) and Life began to divide, and subdivide, and specialize, and to branch into an ever more complex and interrelated web, inventing myriad new forms to fill every niche, and with the whole screaming, blooming, bloody thing feeding itself with itself.
And after aeons more of increasing complexity, and an extravagance of novel forms created and destroyed in endless experiment, Life arrived at it’s weirdest trick yet. A slightly more able sort of ape grew a little bit of extra brain tissue that somehow began to give it advantages over just about every other sort of creature. With that extra bit of special brain tissue, the protohuman ape could not only learn by his own misfortunes, but by witnessing and remembering, could learn by the misfortunes of others, and even plot to cause such misfortune, to his own advantage.
And out of that, our present situation has inevitably grown. Millions of years later, those apes have become us and we have become conscious of ourselves and the whole of existence, and what do we ultimately know? Nothing. Less than that.
But that doesn’t keep us from making up explanations for our existence, or from fighting over which made up explanation is superior or more “True”. Truth is, you can believe anything that you like. One theory is as good as another, if all you’re going to do is blather about it. If you aim to accomplish anything real, the real truth will find you. But if all you want to do is to find a theory or a theology to shelter under, my advice is to choose the one which smells the least bad.
As for me, I sleep in the open; since I am the world (as you are), and the world is me (as it is you, too), what should I be worried about anyway?
“Every harlot was a virgin, once,” said William Blake. And it’s true, of course. We all know what it is to start out one way, and end up quite another. Free will is an illusion, you know. Every thing you choose was chosen for you, long before you knew there was a choice to be made. Circumstances beyond our control control our circumstances.
Sometimes you awaken, but the dream follows you into the street and perches in the trees, singing like a brightly feathered elephant.
You come ashore to stay now, sailorman; you belong alongside me. The Sea say she don’t love you no more. You stay with me now, and be my little man.