the element of surprise

we watch things. say movies or events unfold and though we may get news late or view what we already may know we always insist on not knowing the ending. we say "don't ruin the end for me." somehow not knowing the end gives us a comfort that there is always something new to be discovered, which grows from our amazing propensity for the novelty. as a friend once said desire is infinite.

for the new human, with only finiteness, it is interesting that infinite variation appeals to us. for many people the familiar, no matter how ghastly it can be is much preferred to some unknown panacea. knowing what you know is more comforting than knowing what you do not know. now that is sufficient for those situations whereof familiarity is sedentary, but in situations of unfamiliarity; the presentment of novelty and infinite desire is all the more; not knowing the ending is too remain aloof to the terminable.

when the party is over or the game is done, who resists the feeling of wistfulness. pining for a unique unknown at the moment it becomes known. seeing it like a trinket in your favourite hobby store. one among many to be coveted.

we all shop in the store. everyone has a store, where the selection is so tantalising as to make the bowels loosen. regardless of the the type of store it is, as long as it contains items for longing, it is to be called a store. some people say store house; some say meat market or bar or brothel; maybe scrap booking supplies and fly fishing, others may say warehouse; but macro-cosmically it is the holding place of our desires. the store is a terminus for us to pine away for the shield against death. the new, the novel. again the toroid. this is indeed our purpose. to power chain molecules until at such times we are not able to, in which case a system failure causes termination. or more precisely expiration.

it is at the moment of expiration that the surprise ceases.

when the element of surprise is eviscerated, then we are not.