The Abyss of Reasoning

Progress of time has brought with it the progress of human need for explanations. And don’t get me wrong – I am not saying that this is necessarily a bad thing. But in the context of night-time economy, one ought to admit the limits upon the possibilities of meeting such a need as thoroughly as each and every individual might expect his or her needs to be met at particular time and space interaction.

Words have held power ever since they were created. Before them there were monosyllables and utterances, that had their place within the timeframe of that particular stage of human development they found convenient to attach themselves to. Though even today we are still in need of reliance upon assistance delivered by various forms of visualisation accessible to us as species.

The night is no exception. It sets its own terms and limits upon what is there to be said altogether as opposed to what might be within the realm of expectations adhered to by different participants of nightlife. As it sadly turns out, there is usually more left unsaid. And that is the curiosity of the realm – one needs to balance the timeframe allocated for communication with the adjacent needs of the venture in progress.

To put it more bluntly, nighthounds are not very keen on talking. That of course does not mean that they have nothing to say (though truth be told, most of the time one ought to be grateful that they are not saying anything. Words can hurt you know …)

Generally it has to do with the fact that there is not much to say about specific event or venue. But it has also something to do with the fact that keeping mum helps you to avoid being dragged into a prolonged discussion which from its inception is on a highway to nowhere. Because contrary to popular opinion, “highway to hell” is by invitation only!

An old bouncer proverb tells us that “ask no questions hear no lies!” And oh how true that proverb is. More times than I can count have been spent on aimlessly rotating hot air in my mouth. You just switch on your “asked-n-answered” filter and keep on going with the same argument over and over again. It’s a bit like a first date – clumsy yet full of effort.

The hardest part in these prolonged “dances of syllables” is to stop yourself from falling once you have gotten dangerously close to the abyss of “endlessness”. What you have to figure out is, how to stop the interaction as politely as possible without giving the opponent any descent way of re-engaging with you in a new discussion that unfortunately will still follow the same hopeless track.

Ideally of course, one would not have to worry about the abyss. It should be avoided by providing diligent and coherent answers to the main questions. Alas! Life is far from ideal and therefore every nighthound knows that it doesn’t really matter, whether or not you answer all the questions. What matters is the inherent understanding of the opponent that at one point this discussion will come to an end notwithstanding whether the opponent is pleased with the outcome or not.

For if one lets the discussion out of hand, one most certainly will end up in the abyss as deep as the darkest hole of the universe. And ain’t no sunshine when your gone!