Phil and Susan (part 1)

“Keep your eye on the ball Susan. I know you have heard that since you were six, but try to FEEL with your being the center of the ball. The exact center.”

“K,” said Susan while choking up on the bat. Susan was 19 with an average physique. She was a physics student at M.I.T. who was an up and comer in fast pitch softball.

Phil returned to the pitchers mound, circled the softball and release a blinding curveball from his hips directly at Susan.

S-M-A-C-K!

The softball went directly toward Phil’s groin. Phil reached down and caught the ball with his glove before he had time to think.

P-A-T!

Phil and Susan laughed. They pointed at each other while walking toward each other until tears brimmed.

“THAT was close!” said Phil, “Let’s end it here.”

“Sure,” said Susan, “Tomorrow.”

They both went home. But later that night Phil got a text from Susan.

SUSAN: “Do u think I have a soul?”

PHIL: “No. And I am absolutely sure and it is an immutable reality. But ask me that EXACT question again RIGHT now.”

SUSAN: “Do you think I have a soul?”

PHIL: “Yes. And I am absolutely sure and it is an immutable reality.”

SUSAN: “That’s insane!”

PHIL: “Y”

SUSAN: “How do you hold two mutually exclusive concepts as true?”

PHIL: “Will power. A whole bunch actually.”

SUSAN: But these ideas exclude each other. And if it is tru the the universe itself is insane!”

PHIL: “Y”

SUSAN: “So what keeps you from going mad?”

PHIL: “A decision to be sane anyway”

SUSAN: “You BLOWHARD! I should have hit that ball faster this afternoon! :- )”

PHIL: :- P

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