FEAR OF THE UKNOWN
As I sat in my study ruminating on deep and important matters, my wife interrupted me to ask a question.
“You know the question,” she said to me. “It’s the question that drives us. It’s the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did.”
My wife knows that I am powerfully attracted to her when she quotes Trinity from The Matrix.
But I digress. After repeating dialogue from one of my favorite movies, she placed an item in front of me and asked “what does this mean?”
I am going to show you the object and ask you the same question. Here is the object:
What you are looking at is an exact reproduction of an information tag on a pillow my wife purchased. The questions she asked – that I now ask you – is:
What the f**k does “ALL NEW MATERIALS consisting of TEXTILE FIBERS OF AN UNKNOWN KIND” mean? Are the people who made this pillow actually saying they don’t know what is in this pillow?
Somebody must know what kind of textile fibers are stuffed into that pillow.
More importantly, why would there be a law that requires a manufacturer of pillow products to inform me that my pillow is filled with a substance that cannot be identified? How is that supposed to protect – much less reassure -me?
Well, that’s it for me. Like Yobbo, I am out of here.
I am going to find my wife and listen to her as she explains that the Oracle told her she was going to fall in love with me, and then tell me with the very next breath she wants pizza – and I am going to try not to think about the unknown and likely unknowable.