Whether Texas Exists

I had a pretty enlightening weekend with my friends. It was my eighteenth so we went up to my lake cabin and spent a few nights there. It was a lot of fun and we had some pretty deep conversations... :P

Anyway, I'd like to share with you now a little nugget of wisdom granted us by Katherine, who had previously misheard one of my thoughts about travel, being in the kitchen, and when she reiterated what she'd thought I said, it was so far off, and yet so mind blowingly perfect, we wrote it down on a piece of napkin.

I've never been to Texas, she said, although this could work with any place you've never personally visited: Timbuktu, Venice, the Hanging Gardens of Babilon...

I've never been to Texas, so it's not a place that truly exists to me. It is just a place I think about existing.

The reason I write that here is to immortalize it, in case I ever lose the napkin. It is such a crazy theory, like the "If a Tree Falls in the Forest" one. Of course we know Texas exists. We know people who have personally been there. But it has never been proved to us that it does.

QED it does not truly exist. To us, at least. Sure, it exists to the Texans and all those who have visited the state. But to us it is only an idea, at least until it is realized.

Makes you think, huh?

Makes you scoff, then makes you think.

I mean, REALLY think about it. Mind boggling.

Why Texas?

I don't know. I suppose I should put in some place more romantic. Like Venice.

I've never been to Venice, so it's not a place that truly exists to me. It's only a place I think about existing.

See? Totally works. That one gave me shivers.