What is life? There are millions of answers but my favorite would be this analogy. That life is simply an accident, a car accident to be precise.

You are simply a being driving though life, residing within an object representing your surroundings. This is your hallowed apparatus. Its made from various elements, created in a time and space that you will never be a witness too but it stands now as the vehicle of your acceleration.

While all these many elements came together to create this apparatus, they become one much like an amoeba and like an amoeba it takes its own shape, making it unique in the world much like each and every one of us. There may be others of the same make or model but there will only be one that is yours.

Now that we have covered the metaphor of the car representing surroundings and direction. We move into the action of life, which is one slow and drawn out accident. Regardless of our surrounding elements, strung together by our existence it all falls down eventually. The pieces of it will lay beside the voice you never use, being your consciousness. All the things you think and believe but will never say are represented by the car’s stereo system. In an essences its the one true you, devoid of societal influence.

The accidents or incidents in our lives change us, for better or for worse. These experiences turn what we begin to, a simple life focused on such innocent and easily obtainable things, into a mess of color much like a kaleidoscope. These experiences change our outlook on life and our perception of success.

The ending line of this stanza makes use of culinary terms, being that food is a major contributor of our continued existence and turns it into the product of our own destruction. Our mind becomes the yoke, mushed into a deformed state through constant life changes and the T-bone.. Well i’ll let Mike Birbiglia explain that below…

…I am T-boned. That’s the culinary way of describing it. It means that I am hit, driver’s side, at a 90-degree angle, like a T-bone steak. And it was by a drunk driver, who probably would have enjoyed that.