The magnificence of Air Bugs’s impassioned performance can be neither doubted nor challenged.
Here’s the replay.
But the question still lingers: What could have motivated Bugs in the first place, to strive for such Olympian heights? What could have been the spark that ignited the big idea in his mind? His very soul?
In a recent interview, Bugs explains.
“Well I already knew that in receiving satellite signals, my Garmin GPS is calibrated to account for the warping effects of motion and gravity. But the big idea didn’t really take hold until I came across three words in long-forgotten archives of the great Albert Einstein.
He said it plainly: “Gravity slows time.”
“From this I inferred that time might run faster near the ceiling than it does near the floor. I had to find out. Simply because: It was there.
“Einstein’s theory checked out. Perched on the dizzying summit, I burst through the straitjacket of mere personal subjective decomposition of time. Of mere Newtonian mechanistic linearity. I saw time elastic, curving and warping away from me. I experienced years of insight, speeding past me.”
“I was profoundly moved. You caught my first ascent. It was not enough. The seductive drag of intoxication, of gravitational liberation, inexorably lured me to try my second assault. You weren’t there. Same story. But –”
He gazed, sadly and pensively, into the middle distance. Turned tail. Without further word, stalked off.
From this, Bean guessed that Bugs must have been recalling the second descent. This must have been less than graceful.
So plainly help was required, to ease Bugs’s accommodation once more to mere earthbound existence. Perhaps he might feel reassured if he could take refuge in Box-Cave, should he be tempted again to the dizzying forbidden existential heights of scientific exploration beyond the reach of mere mortal beings.
At first Bugs wanted no part of it.
Well, maybe it might work.
Oh well. Eventually resigned to humdrum terrestrial existence.