all of the selves we Have ever been
It seems to me that a hot shower
is the universal antidote to everything.
Showers are cleansing, of course. The hot water relaxes tired, stiff muscles. The sound of the falling water eases the mind, and then there is the aroma therapy that comes from pleasant smelling soaps and shampoos. For a few minutes there is peace on earth and a little privacy too. Perhaps the nakedness forces us to shed everything else, gives us a clean slate, and while the steam opens the pores and the sinuses, it also seems to open my mind.
Why is it that my most profound thoughts occur while I’m in the shower? It is this experience that makes it hard for me to believe that the world’s greatest discoveries occur in the laboratory. Can it be that the answers to life’s big questions do come to people in the shower, but no one wants to be subjected to on-the-spot reporting or to go on CNN wrapped in a towel?
Did the light bulb go on for Edison while he was in the shower? How many times did a dripping wet Einstein race from behind the curtain trying not to forget, repeating to himself “e=mc²… e=mc²… e=mc²” as he scrambled for a pencil and a sheet of dry paper?
Or...can it be that the world’s geniuses really are different from the rest of us in one important way--they can be showered with inspiration while fully clothed and on dry land?
Sadly, there will never be any proof that I was a great thinker. All of my best ideas went down the drain.