Scrambled Eggs

This is the peculiarity of scrambled eggs, that once scrambled eggs have become a habit of mind, this habit of mind converts everything that comes within its purview into the language of scrambled eggs. The territory of the scrambled is unlimited. The potential for scrambling is endless, each group of natural phenomena, each phase of social life, each stage of development past or present is matter for scrambling. Order and symmetry have their place, but too much order and symmetry deaden. They must be counteracted. They must be subject to scrambling. Without scrambling, there can be no eggs. Without eggs, there can be no scrambling of eggs. But there will be scrambling. Scrambling will occur. Scrambling cannot be restrained. Everyone strives to be scrambled. Scrambled in all the colors of distress, ecstasy, rapture, mortality, seminars, station wagons and office supplies. The essence of all scrambling is located in its method, not in its material. Sometimes shortcuts to scrambling may be found in books. Or amusement park rides. Bank robbers making breakfast. Jackson Pollock in a dance around a canvas making energy visible. The individual who sees relations in all things is a born scrambler. The facts may belong to the social statistics of our cities, to the atmospheres of the most distant planets, to the digestive organs of worms and cephalopods, to the quantum mechanics of the subatomic domain, but until they’re scrambled, the facts are inert. The facts are dull and without life. It is not the facts themselves that form cognition, but the tumult in which they ignite.