reminds me of Wittgenstein's fly bottle. (It's no less esoteric, I'm sure, for the uninitiated.)
Showing philosophers how to drop a line of inquiry, he said in his
Philosophical Investigations, is like showing flies the way out of their less cerebral captivity. A question that holds us captive is a question we can dismiss. [
Of Flies and Philosophers]
But is it that easy? Wasn't Wittgenstein an exception, as a philosopher who felt tormented and restricted by his questions? This doesn't mean he was wrong, or that Otis, surely also an exception, doesn't also illustrate a kind of charmed captivity that is no less dysfunctional for its charm. But at least Otis knew that to get out of jail you've got to walk.
Not sure if this line of thought will repay itself, but I do love the idea of Otis and Wittgenstein in Mayberry. Sometimes you just have to buzz around the bottle and knock into it a few times, before finding your way back out into the open.
Of course, Otis wasn't Mayberry's only philosopher. There was
Goober... And
Barney must have thought deeply about his surprising judgment that "Freud (rhymes with
food) had it all figured out."
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But maybe Ludwig already knew this. Did he walk, S?
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