An Essay On The Confounding And Encapsulating Subject Of The Tomato

The Apple Of My Eye

As I looked at the colourishly red San Francisco suspension bridge, feeling splendid in awe of the suspended, I thought, what else could that be? Eureka! Right before my eyes the whole time, just as the bridge was, was its, and everything elses enigmatic alter-ego.... the tomato. What is the tomato? As a species we have little apparent knowledge relevant to this word we all seem to know so well. Is it tomayto, or tomahto? Fruit, or vegetable? Red, crimson, even green? The tomato, as you now realise, could be anything and everything. Gods Jabberwock, as it is sometimes referred, has no real meaning. You may make all the guesses you want. You can shout from the rooftops for everyone to hear that the tomato is not a bridge, and never will be, but only a fool predicts what he knows nothing of. You can say a train is more likely to come at 12:00 than 12:01 without ever reading a timetable, but what worth is coupled with those words? what validity? there can be accidental truth in a guess, but not knowledge, and not prophecy. To sum up this dissertational escapade, there is only one truth I or anyone can apply to the wonder of the tomato, and that is that the tomato for now is nothing more......... than a mystery.