Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Unexpected Discovery . . .

I was hiking an unmarked trail in The Smoky Mountains when I came across this beautiful scene.

Sometimes it is a wonderful thing to expect the unexpected.

9 comments:

Todd said...

But, if you expect the unexpected, is it not, by definition, expected? Doesn't that lead to elevated expectations and therefore inevitably to disappointment?

Wouldn't there also be the (admittedly ever so slight) risk of a universe altering paradox?

No thank you! I shall press on unencumbered by expectations and not expect the unexpected. That way, when the unexpected ambushes me unexpectedly, I shall experience genuine wonderment!

Of course all of this presupposes the unexpected event is of a pleasant nature. When it comes to unpleasantness, I have learned to expect the unexpected and I am rarely disappointed.

Todd

P.S. You know me - what did you expect?

Jerry Pat Bolton said...

Expected. Unexpected. I maintain that the beautiful view of nature was a gift that you undoubtedly thought was profound enough to snap a great photo of and share it wil the world . . . Jerry

Dayle James Arceneaux said...

I should have wrote "Sometimes it's wonderful to get a positive unexpected when you're used to negative unexpected's."

I normally don't like the unexpected so I live for the expected as you do. But a life of strict regimented routine designed to stave off the unexpected can be quite tiring.

Maybe that's what vacations are for.

I haven't calculated the risk of a universe altering paradox yet, but, now this is just conjecture at this point -- But, ever since that day, when I blink my eyes, my left one blinks first instead of my right. You have to use super high speed film to see it but it's there.

What effect this will have on the fate of mankind is still unknown, but it can't be good.

However, if Star Trek has taught us anything, the good thing about universe altering paradoxes is that usually only one person can tell the difference. So, it is quite possible the universe has been altered and we simply go on in ignorant bliss.

Dayle James Arceneaux said...

FYI: My last comment was in response to Todd.

Nicole said...

. . . should have "written", Dayle. Tsk. Tsk. Now that was unexpected. [:)]

Dayle James Arceneaux said...

Jerry, you're right. It was a "gift". I sat there for over a half hour almost in a trance. It was wonderful. Btw, those falls are a lot bigger than they look in the picture and what sweet music they played.

Nicole, Okay, you got me Columbo. And I call myself a wroter. I mean writer. Unfortunately, when I write fast my Cajun dialect takes over.

Nicole said...

I know. My husband was born in Converse, La. He's been up here a long time, so his accent is long gone, but a few of the Southern ways survived. Still has relatives in Layfayette and the Shreveport area.

I was just teasin' ya.

Dayle James Arceneaux said...

Converse, he's dang near a Yankee. You gotta be from below I-10 to call yaself a Cajun, Nicole.

Then again, if he's got cousins (pronounced koo-zanz) from Lafayette, I guess he's one of ours.

Nicole said...

Actually, it's an Aunt who moved there from "up north".

He only looks a little Cajun (and probably has some Cajun blood in him). ;)