Getting fat is an important intellectual challenge.
No! I am not talking about the health issues, or the great nostalgia (i.e. Oh, God! I was 10 kilograms less two years ago). I am not even talking about the social implications of getting fat.
No!
I am talking about the great intellectual quest of seeking coherence and getting fat is fundamentally related to the existential search for the meaning of life.
First and foremost, an important and socially recognized body part is added to the traditional body parts you already have:
The Tummy!!!
An intellectual should explain to himself/herself, “the meaning of the tummy,” and of course, for this, one has to search for the origins.
If you are like me (which definitely should be tested if we are to generalize), one day you will have (or already have had) a great epiphany, which I call the day of reconciliation. In that important day, you realize suddenly that you have a tummy.
I guess, this realization can happen in various ways, as it happened to me in a rather strange way:
The day of reconciliation for me was a sunny day in the seashore. Lovely day, I would say… I, who is awkwardly called by his mother “su samuru” (beaver), was in the sea. I love resting on my back on the water, slowly moving my hands and feet to prevent myself sinking, and letting my body float freely. It was, I always have thought, the perfect position for the small bourgeois intellectual. Somehow, I had the sudden urge to look to the shore. What I saw, instead of several umbrellas and sun-bathing people, a great dome of skin and hair.
God! I thought, I grew the biological Hagia Sophia. And what happened? Of course, I panicked, not because Ekin will divorce me –she probably would have done it months before if she wanted to, but because I now had to make sense about the tummy. It was like that equipment you bought with the grant money, which was not really related to the research project.
Hence, my friends, started the great intellectual quest for making the tummy coherent. And, it was, during this quest, I understood why Eco wrote Foucault's Pendulum.
If you are like me (which definitely should be tested if we are to generalize), one day you will have (or already have had) a great epiphany, which I call the day of reconciliation. In that important day, you realize suddenly that you have a tummy.
I guess, this realization can happen in various ways, as it happened to me in a rather strange way:
The day of reconciliation for me was a sunny day in the seashore. Lovely day, I would say… I, who is awkwardly called by his mother “su samuru” (beaver), was in the sea. I love resting on my back on the water, slowly moving my hands and feet to prevent myself sinking, and letting my body float freely. It was, I always have thought, the perfect position for the small bourgeois intellectual. Somehow, I had the sudden urge to look to the shore. What I saw, instead of several umbrellas and sun-bathing people, a great dome of skin and hair.
God! I thought, I grew the biological Hagia Sophia. And what happened? Of course, I panicked, not because Ekin will divorce me –she probably would have done it months before if she wanted to, but because I now had to make sense about the tummy. It was like that equipment you bought with the grant money, which was not really related to the research project.
Hence, my friends, started the great intellectual quest for making the tummy coherent. And, it was, during this quest, I understood why Eco wrote Foucault's Pendulum.
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