Suppositions

Suppose an old man lives in Manhattan. Suppose he has white hair, arthritis, flirts with senility, yet is still self-sufficient and capable enough to take walks. Suppose also that he enjoys smoking. Suppose, now, that he is walking around Union Square Park, takes a last drag of his cigarette, drops it to the ground to step it out. Suppose a gentle wind blows the smoking cylinder just beyond the reach of his slowly descending toe. Suppose he tries again but the same wind blows and his step is just as hampered by creaking joints. Suppose the man tries once more, sure of success, but is chagrined by the repetition of this slight failure. Suppose that his flirtation kicks in; he becomes fixated, obstinate.


Suppose the cigarette is rolled gently, slowly by the wind towards 14th street and the man follows stomping, obstinate, creaking slowly behind it. Suppose he follows it into the street at the intersection with Broadway, but the red hand is up. Suppose a car comes fast, swerves to the right and barrels into the people waiting on for the crosswalk. Suppose another car comes fast, swerves to the left and barrels into the people standing, waiting on the other side. Suppose the man does not notice the chaos, the broken bones, the people scattered on the sidewalk, the skid marks streaked with blood as he crosses the road safely. Suppose the wind perpendicularly changes direction, sending the cigarette and the old man Westward.

Suppose his path, constant and unstoppable, direct and determined, causes the abrupt stop of a pedestrian, a man. Suppose, behind him, a woman in a hurry bumps into this man, drops her things, gets angry. Suppose that during their argument they take a liking to each other, become lovers, move to Michigan, bear four children, one who becomes president. Suppose two other people bump into each other due to the old man: a youth who has never known his father, and a man who happens to be the youth’s father. Suppose they exchange polite “excuse me’s” and never see each other again. Suppose the old man, his cigarette since burnt out, but still undeterred, stomping, obstinate, comes across the path of a serial killer at large. Suppose the serial killer, who never steps out of the way for anyone, inexplicably does so at the last minute with a foggy realization that he has finally met a stronger will. Suppose in doing so, he trips over a dog, cripples it, causing a row with the dog-owner. Suppose they get into a fight and are taken in by a police officer who was just around the corner. Suppose the serial killer is identified, put in prison, finds religion, is executed. Suppose the police officer is promoted, becomes an alcoholic to deal with the pressure, beats his wife in drunken stupors. Suppose the dog happily continues his life, taking walks via dog-wheelchair. Suppose, still slowly stomping, obstinate, the old man follows the cigarette into the Hudson River.

Suppose this is just a metaphor. Suppose that it gets written as a story, published. Suppose many people read it, write in to the publisher, give their interpretation. Suppose a famous writer says it is a metaphor for someone who can’t end their story. Suppose another, more sophisticated writer suggests the metaphor is about writing, that it is a process of constant failure due to the limits of language and the inability of absolute expression. Suppose an artist says it is about the role of the artist in society, how they must attend to the unending task of self-expression no matter what happens in the world around them. Suppose a theologian proposes the old man represents God, the prime cause of all events in life. Suppose a preacher preaches to his congregation using this story as a morality tale on the wickedness of mankind, their eventual demise in the lake of fire. Suppose an atheist writes in, says the old man represents chaos and chance as the prime movers of a Godless world. Suppose a public health official claims it is about the dangers of second-hand smoke, or smoking in general, succeeds in banning it in public places. Suppose a historian says it is the symbol of man’s long march through history. Suppose a day-laborer says it is a satire on how you can never quite get ahead in life unless they raise minimum wage. Suppose a southerner says it reminds them of their Grampa. Suppose a Jungian psychologist claims the story is just a case of cryptomnesia, citing the myth of Sisyphus as the original source. Suppose violence breaks out between people and their interpretations, between organizations and their interpretations, between religions, nations. Suppose, in an effort to end the debate once and for all, a post-deconstructivist philosopher says that the story is a meta-metaphor, with the old man representing metaphor itself and the various encounters in the story symbolizing the very fluctuation of interpretation that was now occurring.

Suppose the United Nations, based on this last analysis, holds a summit meeting to discuss the effects of metaphor on society, finds it the cause of all human disagreements, enacts a worldwide ban of its use. Suppose this breach of free speech angers and mobilizes the masses. Suppose the revolution comes, excels and extinguishes the world’s petroleum supply, hastens the effects of global warming. Suppose the polar ice caps melt and other such catastrophes wipe out 90% of human life. Suppose a thousand years after the waters have receded the surviving clans of humans, now developed into a multitude of nations, come across the last remaining scrap of papyrus that holds the story of the old man and the cigarette. Suppose they manage to transcribe the text into the newly formed language of the newly formed world, conclude that though the previous civilization used primitive language and had an underdeveloped sense of metaphor, the “cigarette” artifact merits further study. Suppose their engineers and historians discover how cigarettes were made and they become a popular commodity. Suppose an old man walking in a park takes his first drag ever, finds it disgusting, drops it to the ground to step it out. Suppose he has white hair, arthritis, flirts with senility. Suppose a gentle breeze begins to blow...