Author: Don Nigroni
“Thoughts can’t die or fade away,” my little brother, Arthur, told me two months ago.
He was an adorable bald baby who grew into a self-taught bald polymath.
I replied, “So, what if thoughts do spend eternity in the thought-ether?”
“If someone could access them then he could find buried treasure, solve unsolved crimes and know our enemies’ ultra-secret schemes. He’d be rich, famous and powerful!”
“But how could anyone ever enter into that domain?”
“That’s easy. Whenever we think, we’re there. But wandering freely about and sorting through the endless mass of junk to find the gems, well, that’s the hard part. However, I know that it can be done.”
I was skeptical and said, “I double dare you to prove it.”
He asked me what I would need to become a believer.
I paused and, after running my hand through my hair, said, “I’ll bury a penny somewhere and you return it to me.”
It was a 1998 Lincoln cent, and that night I buried it an inch in the ground at the library. Early next morning, Arthur stopped by my house and returned my penny. He also bragged that he could find Cleopatra’s tomb.
“But you don’t speak Egyptian,” I said.
“First,” he explained, “Cleopatra was an ethnic Macedonian Greek who spoke many languages, but her first language was Greek. And second, the thought-ether is full of thoughts, not words.”
I soon learned Arthur was using an EV fast charging station to increase the intensity of the electricity in his brain. And he did quickly become phenomenally rich, famous and powerful.
I was confident that he would ensure that I got rich too. But that was until today when, at our mother’s house, he abruptly remarked, “Yesterday, I stumbled upon your thoughts about me.”
So what, sibling rivalry is normal and natural I foolishly thought.