I am writing this down to see if I can make any sense out of it.  I sense that there may be an answer other than “I makes no Sense”.  The more I try to sense the answer, the more my sense spins making me dizzy.  Rising to observe the spin, I sense that there is occasional order when the spin begins to Oscillate. I try to improve my senses by measuring the oscillations of spinning pieces of the event that I am trying to predict.

I notice that there are 2 sides to the Oscillation. On one Side my brain keeps suggesting a comparison of and the creation of new pieces.  On the other is a Fixed list of those piece comparisons back in time.  Eventually I have to stop.  The whole thing looks like a giant Pom-Pom of historical strands in the hands of a cheerleader Chanting “Go Fight Win”.

Historical Data has no influence on the next outcome; but each time the Event Occurs, its pieces have to go to and be cataloged into the historical strand.   Before the Event, I visit the historical Strands and try to sense what the next catalog entry will be.  I have to admit that I have no real sense of what the entry will be.  The few things that I look at appear to be as unpredictable as the entire event; but they are somehow connected to the future.  I sense that they are nothing but suction cups on a thick wall.  The event slams into the opposite side and the suction cups pull the pieces through and onto the historical strand.  These cups have no idea what is coming, they only know what to suck onto the Strand.  I try to blow into a tube attached to suction cup but it detaches from the wall and looses all contact.  I see my Sense escaping through the gap between the cup and the Wall.  I am left senseless.

I retreat to the shop.  I make tools that quicken the piece cataloging process.  There is a Reloader on the work bench.  I begin to write down catalog numbers on the wad and drop in a bb with the same number.  I stop at 7 BB’s and tamp the shell closed.  I go back to the wall and Fire at Point Blank Range.  I have taken a few nasty ricochets so I wear protective gear and glasses.  Every now and then a couple of the BBs’ will blow right through the wall.  Some make it part way and some bounce off the surface and come back at me.  I have automated the Reloader and taken the plug out so I can try several shots. 

My Sense is that one day I will load the right BBs and blow them all through the wall at the same time.  It is imaginary so far.  Like a combat video game.  I Go back and play the history forward and practice shooting at targets where I think they will appear.  I develop a memory of what came next and take my inflated Sense to the next Real Event.  The Blast ricochets of the Wall, goes right through my protective gear and when I wake up, I am staring at the Oscillation and building a bigger Pom-Pom. 

It would appear that this makes No Sense.  It seams so primitive.  Imaginary BBs are cheap.  They only cost me Time.  Buying the Real thing is a big step.  Its one I rarely take, but when I do, I hope I have enough Sense to cove my crotch.