When I was 18, 18 years old, I saw for the first time in my life, I saw a vision of clarity. I saw a comic strip, a three panel comic strip that, though simple as it seemed, changed me, changed my being, changed who I am, made me who I am, enlightened me. The strip, Garfield, the comic strip was new, no more then maybe a month and a half since inception, since... since coming into existence, and there it was before me in print, I saw it, a comic strip. What was it called? Garfield. The story here is of a man, a plain man. He is Jon, but he is more than that. I will get to this later, but first, let us just say he is Jon, a plain man, and then there is a cat, Garfield. This is the nature of the world here. When I see the world, the...the politics, the future, the... satellites in space, and the people who put them there, you could look at everything as a man and a cat. Two beings, in harmony, and at war. So this strip I saw about this man, Jon, and the cat, Garfield, you see.... yes, hmm, it is about everything, this little comic is, oh... lo and behold not so little anymore. So yes, when I was 18, I saw this comic and it hit me all at once, its power, I clipped it and every day I looked at it and I said, okay, let me look at this here, what is this doing to me? Why is this so powerful? Jon Arbuckle, he sits here, legs crossed, comfortable in his home and he reads his newspaper. The news of the world perhaps. Then he extends his fingers, lightly, delicately, he taps his fingers on an end table and he feels for something. What is it? It is something he needs, but it is not there. Then he looks up, slightly cockeyed and he thinks... his newspaper in his lap now, and he thinks this: "Now where could my pipe be?" This... I always come to this, because I was a young man, I'm older now, and I still don't have the secrets, the answers, so this question still rings true, Jon looks up and he thinks: "Now where could my pipe be?", and then it happens, you see it, you see... it's almost like divine intervention, suddenly, it is there, and it overpowers you, a cat is smoking a pipe. It is the mans pipe, it's Jon's pipe, but the cat, this cat, Garfield, is smoking the pipe, and from afar, and from someplace near, but not clear... near but not clear, the man calls out, Jon calls out, he is shocked. "Garfield!" he shouts. Garfield, the cats name. But let's take a step back. Let us examine this from all sides, all perspectives, and when I first came across this comic strip, I was at my fathers house. The newspaper had arrived, and I picked it up for him, and brought it inside. I organized his sections for him and then, yes, the comic strip section fell out from somewhere in the middle, landed on the kitchen floor. I picked up the picture pages and saw up somewhere near the top of this strip, just like Jon, I too was wearing an aquamarine shirt, so I thought, "Hah! Interesting, I'll have to see this later." I snipped out the little comic and held onto it, and 5 days later, I re-examined, and it gripped me, I needed to find out more about this. The information I had was minimal, but enough. An orange cat named Garfield. Okay, that seemed to be the linchpin of this whole operation. Yes, another clue, a signature on the bottom right corner, a mans name, Jim Davis. Yes, I'm onto it for sure, so. 1. Garfield, orange cat, and 2. Jim Davis, the creator of this cat, and that curiously plain man. I did not know at the time that his name was Jon. The strip, you see, had no mention of this mans name, and, I've never seen it before. But I had these clues. Jim Davis, Garfield. And then I saw more, I spotted the tiny copyright at the upper left corner, copyright 1978, to... what is this? Copyright belongs to a "PAWS Incorporated"? I used the local library and mail services to track down the information I was looking for. Jim Davis, a cartoonist, who created a comic strip about a cat, Garfield, and a man, Jon Arbuckle. Well from that point on I made sure I read the Garfield comic strips, but as I read each one, as each day passed, the strips seemed to resonate with me less and less. I sent letters to PAWS Incorporated, long letters, pages upon pages, asking if Mr. Jim Davis could somehow publish just the one comic, over and over again, it would be meditative, I wrote, the strength of that, could you imagine? But, no response. The strips lost their power, and eventually I stopped reading, but... I did not want my perceptions deluded so I vowed to read the pipe strip over and over again. That is what I called it, "The Pipe Strip", The Pipe Strip. Everything about it is perfect, I can only describe it as a miracle creation, something came together, the elements aligned. It is like the comets, the cosmic orchestra that is up there over your head. The immense, enormous void is working all for one thing, to tell you one thing. Gas, and rock and purity and... Nothing! I will say this, when I see the pipe strip, and I mean every single time I look at the lines, the colors, the shapes, that make up the three panel comic, I see perfection. Do I find perfection in many things? Some things I would say, some things are perfect. And this is one of them. I can look at the little tuft of hair on Jon Arbuckle's head, it is the perfect shade, the purple pipe in Garfield's mouth, how could a mere mortal even make this? I have a theory about Jim Davis, after copious research, and yes of course now we have the internet, and all this information is now readily available but... Jim Davis, he used his life experiences to influence his comic. Like I mentioned before, none of them seemed to have the weight of The Pipe Strip, but you have to wonder about the man who is able to even, just once, create the perfect form, a literally flawless execution of art, brilliance! Just as an award, I think there is a spiritual element at work. I've seen my share of bad times, and when you have something, well, it's just, emotions and neurons in your brain, but something tells you it's the truth, truth's radiant light. Garfield the cat? Neurons in my brain, it's, it's harmony you see, Jon and Garfield, it's truly harmony, like a continuous looping everlasting harmony. The lavender chair, the brown end table, the salmon colored wall, the forest green carpet, and Garfield is hunched, perched perhaps, with the pipe stuck firmly between his jowls, his tail curls around. It's more then shapes too because... I... Okay, stay with me, I've done this experiment several times. You take the strip, you trace only the basic elements. You can do anything, you can simplify the shapes down to just blobs, just outlines, but it still makes sense. You can replace the blobs with magazine cutouts of other things, replace Jon Arbuckle with a car parked in a driveway sideways, cut that out of a magazine, stick it in, replace it there in the second panel with a, a food processor, okay. And then we put a picture of the planet in the third panel over Garfield. It still works. These are universal proportions, I don't know how best to explain why it works, I have studied The Pipe Strip, and analyzed Jon and Garfield's proportions against several universal mathematical constants: e, pi, the Golden Ratio, the Feigenbaum constants and so on, and it's surprising, scary, how things align. You can take just tiny pieces of the pipe strip for instance, take Jon's elbow from the second panel, and take that and project it over Jon's entire shape in the second panel, and you'll see a near perfect Fibonacci sequence emerge. It's eerie to me, and it makes you wonder if you were in the presence of a deity, if there is some larger hand at work. There is no doubt in my mind that Jim Davis is a smart man. Jim Davis is capable of anything, to me, he is remarkable, but this is so far beyond that. I think we might see that this work of art is revered and respected in years to come. Jim Davis is possibly a new master of the craft, a genius of the eye, they very well may say the same things about Jim Davis in 500 years that we say about the great philosophical and artistic masters from centuries ago. Jim Davis is a modern day Socrates, or Da Vinci. Mixing both striking visual beauty with classical, daring, unheard of intellect. Look, he combines these things to make profoundly simple expressions. This strip is his masterpiece, the pipe strip, is his masterpiece, and it is a masterpiece and a marvel. I often look at Garfield's... particular pose in this strip, he is poised and statuesque. And this cat stares reminiscent of the fiery gaze often found in religious iconography. But still his eyes are playful, lying somewhere between the solemn father's expression, and Rembrandt's Return of the Prodigal Son, and the coy smirk of Da Vinci's St. John the Baptist, his ears stick up, signifying a peak readiness. It's as if he could at any moment pounce. He is after all a close relative and descendant of the mighty jungle cats of Africa that could leap after prey. You could see the power drawn into Garfield's hindquarters, powerful haunches indeed. The third panel. And I'm just saying this now, this, this is just coming to me now, the third panel of The Pipe Strip is essentially a microcosm for the entire strip itself. All the power dynamics, the struggle for superiority, right? Who has the pipe? Where is the pipe? All of that is drawn, built, layered into Garfield's iconic pose here, you can see it in the curl of his tail, Garfield's ear whiskers stick up on end, the smoke billows upwards drawing the eye upward, the increasing scope, I'm just... amazed, really, that after 33 years of reading and analyzing the same comic strip, I'm able to find new dimensions. It's a testament the work. For six years I delved into tobacco research, because... can a cat smoke? This is a metaphysical question. Yes, can any cat smoke? Do we know? Can just Garfield smoke? The research says no, nicotine poisoning can kill animals, especially household pets. All it takes is the nicotine found in as little as a single cigarette. Surely Jon's pipe holds a substantial amount of tobacco, and it is true that pets living in the homes of smokers are nearly 25% more likely to develop some form of cancer... most likely due to second hand smoke. But these are facts of smoking, and its tolls on our world. But after visiting two tobacco processing plants in Virginia, and the Philip Morris cigarette manufacturing facility, I came no closer to cracking the meaning. I was looking for any insight, a detective of a homicide case has to look at every angle. So I'm always taking apart the pipe strip. I have focused on every minutiae, every detail of this strip. Jon Arbuckle's clothing. I have replicas, I'm an expert in textiles, so you see the smoking thing was a hangup for me What was the statement here? Until... and this is key... this is the breakthrough, the pipe is not a pipe really. Obviously there is symbolism at work here. I saw that from the beginning and I looked at the literal aspect of the strip to gain insight into the metaphors at play, I worked at a newspaper printing press for 18 months in the late 1980's, I was learning the literal to form the gestural, the sub-literal, the in-between. Jon reading the newspaper means so much more then just... Jon reading the newspaper. But how can you ever hope to decipher the puzzle without knowing everything there is to know about newspapers? Okay, for example, Jon holds his paper up with his left hand, thumb gripping the interior. I learned that this particular grip here is the newspaper grip of 19th century aristocrats. And this aristocrat grip was a point of contention that influenced the decision to move forward Prohibition in the United States in the early 20th century. So Jon's hand position is much more then that, it is a comment on class war, and the resulting reactionary culture. But I didn't know about the aristocratic newspaper grip until I came across some microfiche archives at the printing press, it's about information. You have to take it apart... and the breakthrough on a smoking cat came late. Just 8 years ago actually. A smoking cat, is an industry term, it's what the smoking industry calls a tattletale teenager who tells on his friends after they've all tried smoking for the first time, and it is actually a foreign translation, bastardization of the term smoking rat. But the phrase was confused when secret documents when back and forth between China and America These documents are still secret, and the only reason I know about the term is because I know a man, my friend... let's call him Timothy, yes, it's a fake name for his protection. Timothy worked for Philip Morris for 16 years and he had seen the documents. When he told me, it was an "Aha!" moment. And he said "But how? How could this cartoonist Jim Davis know about this obscure term from the mid 70's used exclusively by a few cigarette companies?" This is still a mystery to me, but I connect the dots by noting Jim Davis's childhood experiences on a farm, he must have seen something... What could it be? Timothy went on to tell me there was one particular smoking cat, a boy from... yes, Indiana. A boy named Ernie Barguckle who became a foreign on the side of the Tobacco companies for a couple of years. He did more then tattle to his parents. He and his family took legal action, and he eventually received a huge settlement payout. But that name is too similar. Ernie Barguckle, Jon Arbuckle. Jim Davis must've used this. But there's more here. Ernie Barguckle spent nearly half of that settlement money on experimental medical procedures to cure his... impotence. He was impotent. So, he was a smoking cat with a, a metaphorical pipe that did not work. Are you starting to see the layers here, this is exciting stuff, you start to get a whole picture here, and it informs the work, it's, it's just remarkable. Jim Davis took these raw ideas, these pieces and he transformed them into smart social commentary, that is also ravishingly beautiful. I have cried. I have cried, I have cried, I have cried, cried over this piece. it just gets into my soul. I try to explain this to people, I have newspaper articles about Ernie Barguckle... people have fought me on this, they don't see it, or they are close minded, how could a comic strip about a cat smoking a pipe mean any more then that? But it is more. And when I feel spiritual or start to think existentially, I still see this comic, here is something from 1981 that I wrote thinking about the implications of this strip This is just an excerpt here. There is more before and after but this part is the essence to me. If a comic about a cat smoking a pipe can be the only thing in the universe, then maybe this is the strongest evidence for that. "Many of you say, 'Oh, but I am not blind, I have never been blind.' But when you truly see you will understand how truly blind you once were to even think it right to say you were not blind, what does a blind man see? Blackness. Darkness. Blankness. Black darkness. Dark blankness. The absence of things. Quite literally, no thing. No things. Nothing. Nothings. So you see, nothing. And I bring you into the light, a cat has your pipe! You've been blind, do you understand this? The cat has your pipe. You can't fully immerse yourself, you don't have the light, you don't have the radiance, the radical light, the radically radiant light of truth, and truth's belonging love and nature of light, and loving truthful radiance. So don't be bold and make bold statements, I know of you, the cat has your pipe. The. Cat. Has. Your. Pipe. Remember that." That writing, well... it's kind of rough. Kind of an, early 80's feel, and I see that, but I'm still, I'm still proud of it. Sometimes I imagine that is the editorial column in the newspaper Jon Arbuckle is reading. It's an exercise and recursions, it's like a vortex opens up. It's like you hold two mirrors up to each other, one is reality, and the other is a cartoon strip. Let's see here. Oh yes, I must bring this up because I think surely Jim Davis is again speaking on multiple levels by including the details set before us in the comic. Notice the glimpse of Jon Arbuckle's foot in the first panel. The size of the shoe would indicate that maybe the man just has small feet. But a deeper investigation takes us to the foot binding rituals of certain Asian cultures. Inflicted usually on women for the desire of men, this practice was incredibly painful and crippling. Aha! Mr. Davis is here presenting us with a man or... rather... "man", who engages in foot binding, a body modification for women, on top of being without his pipe, or, impotent. This is a man facing extreme inner turmoil, the panels tell the story subconsciously. Notice the background wall shading in the first panel points inward towards Jon in the second panel. And the sharp tapered end of the purple pipe in the third frame also points at Jon in the second panel, inward. The eye is drawn to the center panel. You can connect these points and draw a triangle across the panel, and this triangle will align with the reoriented points of Jon's collar, this, this is majestic artwork! And to uncover this hidden order is... bliss like I've never known. Comfort in a empty world. I can't help but read the thought bubble again and again. "Now where could my pipe be?". "Now where could my pipe be?". It is a profound question. "Why am I here?" "What is my purpose?" It is reflection and self examination here. It is facing the dust, the misery of a cold careless universe. You can feel the weight of it. "Now where could my pipe be?" What I imagine is the author Jim Davis nearly teetering on the edge of insanity. His rationality, his lucidity hovering over the void. And he seeks the truth. You can see it in the line quality of the drawings, the thoughtful control, the outlines mixed with the occasional chaotic scribbles, that lurk in the shadows, and Garfield's dark stripes. It's almost as if Garfield is chaos himself, yes. He is the embodiment of chaos, disorder, hatred, fear, thievery, death, destruction, desolation. These are the things Garfield represents, he stole the pipe! He sits with his back to Jon, Garfield! Garfield! This chaos cat Garfield has turned his back on everything! Everyone! One recalls the great existential forces in literature. Camus' Meursalt, Kafka's Gregor Samsa, or Sartre's Antoine Roquentin. Garfield the cat sees the hopelessness of life, which, aha, yes. This is why Jim Davis has chosen smoking. It represents a recklessness, a disregard for some what some would define as the beauty of life. Garfield may die from the nicotine. He may not. He defies life, he sits defiant, saying nothing but looking as if he could say... "Then let me die. It does not matter. It does not matter." And we're faced with this. Could Jon behave the same? Is Jon the glimmer of hope? He seems to be unsure Again his question, "Now where could my pipe be?" indicates that he is wrestling with his own existence The center panel centers the issue and again, this harkens to many of the great religious works of art. I'm talking about The Pipe Strip in relation to religion, it's, it's interesting to assign the roles of God, and anti-god or, as many know him to be, the Devil. Or on a much larger scale simply the forces of good and evil. Garfield the thief cat, evil and malicious, he is the devil, placed to the right, and note the two forms of Jon, the Jon on the left, still innocent, still draped in the delight of the lack of knowledge. He is the humans in the garden of Eden, he feels for his pipe, but he is yet to eat from the tree, and Garfield, the sinister serpent, and notice, notice how Jim Davis has framed this. The center Jon is locked in a struggle between his innocence, and knowledge of the truth, knowledge of the existence of evil. It is stunning, the great struggle, the struggle that transcends time, and Jim Davis floats over all of this as creator, the God of sorts, in his own right. And he presents this cautionary message to us all, it is that he is speaking from high, and he saying unto our awaiting ears.. "Where will you be when the cat reveals himself?" I can tell you where you'll be. You will have a choice. You can face endless suffering, and eternal misery. You can be forced and beaten down with barbarians who claw at each other just for a view of salvation, they'll tear your eyeballs out and rip your gizzards from end to end. They worship this cat, this, this false idol, this evil horrible cat, do not be seduced by the cat and the pipe. Garfield. Thy name is a mark of the demons of hell. Something like this, and to those listening, it is the stark reminder to follow the path of the first panel Jon. Be humble, be grateful, honor the law, and honor thy self. Be true, and be good, and no harm will come to you. Pray for salvation, it will be granted unto you. Be like Jon Arbuckle as he lowers his head, be like Jon Arbuckle as he lowers his paper, as he turns his head. Bow with Jon Arbuckle and praise unto the creator Jim Davis and banish demon Garfield from your life. So what is all this? What am I saying? Aha. Hmmm... What does all this mean? Why is this one comic strip so important to me, and why do I feel the need to share this? Obligation. I have an obligation to you all, this is redemption, this is a belief in redemption, a sacrifice of all the obvious trappings of this false modern life. Look at the simplicity in this strip, in The Pipe Strip, look at the simple clothes Jon wears, look at his simple basic furniture. No adornments on the wall, even the very pipe his cat Garfield stole, it is a plain, modest pipe. And I have adapted this way of life, it speaks to me, and our times, well... you don't need me to point out the hyperbole of our times You have children being born 8 or 9 at a time, you have more money spent on a single Hollywood movie then some nations can spend feeding their starving people. Torture. Distrust. Look around you, it's overwhelming. What can you contribute? And everyday I look in the mirror and I hold this comic up to the mirror, and I look, into the mirror and at this little comic strip. Be humble. Be thankful. It is a reminder, be respectful. You're a statue. You're fragile. And when you break, when you shatter, where will those pieces go? Ask. Ask, ask, ask this question, will you ask? Humankind is only as great as you. You, you, the individual, it begins and ends with you. You must treat this expedition, this search, this life, with a reference and intensity found only in the smallest sticks, the littlest leaf, the tiniest stone. The most minuscule grain of sand on a beach of billions. This is the secret, do you want the pipe? Do you want to know where the pipe has gone? You ask yourself. You ask. You ask. You ask. "Now where could my pipe be?" When I was a young man - remember now I first saw this comic when I was 18 years old, ages ago - when I was youthful, vibrant... for weeks I denied that a comic strip was having such a profound effect on me. I was much like Jon Arbuckle, in this middle panel he says... "Now where could my pipe be?" You could look into his eyes, his half lowered eyes, and think to yourself, "Now surely, Jon, surely you cannot be this naive. This is nothing new for you." And if you've read more of the Garfield comic strips by Jim Davis, you'd understand what I'm saying now, Garfield the cat does things like this all the time. He will take things from Jon, food, items, anything. This is his very nature. So you see this and you want to say "Jon Arbuckle, come now, you were lying to yourself, you were lying to yourself and to all of us and you pretend to have not any idea where your pipe has gone. Perhaps you think you've left it somewhere else, but... you're not so forgetful. You're lying to yourself. Ahh, yes. You are lying to yourself, Jon Arbuckle. You know that Garfield has the pipe. Somewhere deep down you know this, you don't even need to think the question," and that was me when I saw this strip, one week passed and each morning I'd open my drawer and slam it shut again. I would go to look at the comic, but I'd pause, and think... "Oh no, I, I don't need this comic, I don't- I don't need to look at it," but there I was lying to myself. I did need to see it. And so I did, it's cathartic. You give in, and that is the transition from second panel of life to the third panel of life, it is a simple story structure, the passage from the second act to the third, the twilight of things. Jon gives in to his suspicions, he knows the truth, he's always known the truth, he yells out. "Garfield! Garfield! Garfield!" It is like, pressure from the steam valve being released, the buildup is unbearable, and then pshhh! It's gone! So it is like this. When I speak about the truth, the truth, the light, the radiance, this... this is the kind of thing I'm talking about. This is the essence of this brilliant work of art, the practical mixing, meaning, agreeing with the spiritual, it is all here. But spirituality is not a easy thing to confront. You might find yourself able to wrap your mind around a simple math problem or basic newspaper article or... But intellect is much less subjective. What is spirituality? And how have I found spiritual peace and serenity in Garfield? A long time ago, after I encountered the pipe strip, I spent some time, as I mentioned before, soul searching. When something impacts you or alters your very perception so greatly, there is a long period of confusion recovery time. It's as if you don't know who you are, and that can be a very scary prospect, especially if you thought you had a good grasp on that sort of thing. Imagine if Jim Davis did not know who he was. Would he be capable of shaping the cultural landscape as he's done? No... no, of course he wouldn't. And how about his characters? Jon. What if Jim Davis suddenly woke up and didn't know who Jon was? What if he couldn't make informed decisions to accurately depict Garfield's personality, because he could no longer specify or demarcate the boundaries of Garfield's behavior? What kind of comic would that be? You see? So draw the parallel. I saw this comic, and yes, I was disoriented, and if I didn't reconcile this issue with myself, what kind of person would I be? Undoubtedly dire circumstances, but remember, this was not a math problem, this was not an article, this was not something I could just figure out, and as skeptical as I won, I realized that faith and spirituality were avenues that... required exploring. At first I tried long nights reading Garfield by candle light or aromatic meditation sittings while thinking of Garfield, but nothing snapped, nothing clicked, I still felt lost. But I kept it up, I hired a shaman and a young personal yogi Sikh guru, Avram Dav Singh Sahib, I pushed and pushed determined to find myself, and then a miracle happened, upon retrieving my morning paper to clip the Garfield comic, I noticed a young girl selling lemonade two houses down. She sat occupied at her stand, she had no customers in sight, so I approached, and saw that she was coloring, I look at her drawing, three rectangular boxes, a man in a blue shirt, an orange cat, I knew what this was, even in her crude scribbles I knew exactly what this was, she was drawing a Garfield comic. I looked at her words and I saw that in her script Jon asked Garfield to retrieve a newspaper, funny since I've done just that myself. Garfield is sarcastic, but agrees to it. He returns and calls Jon, "Sahib". Jon exclaims that the paper is all chewed up, but then Garfield says, and I quote, "Sahib asks fish, paper is wet. Sahib asks cat, paper is holy." I remember the words, and ran back to my house, I thought, "How odd that Sahib shows up in the strip, and my spiritual advisor's name is Avram Dav Singh Sahib! Coincidence, surely, but nonetheless I spent the next 16 hours pouring through my clipped Garfield comics looking for the strip this young girl had been coloring, I couldn't find it! And I eventually fell asleep right on my kitchen table. The next morning I retrieved my paper again and I clipped the Garfield comic. The date was July 12th, 1983, and there it was. The Sahib Strip in all its glory. The girl had been drawing the next day's strip! Well I ran right out of my house, I, I ran back to where she was, but she was gone, and in place of the stand was a "For Sale" sign, they'd moved out. I rushed back to my house to call Avram, but I was informed that he moved away as well. I reeled for several hours that it all connected for me. It was meant to be, it- it was meant to be this way. Jim Davis, Jon, Garfield, it was always meant to be this way for me. They move to the forefront and everything else fades away, everything else, the girl, the lemonade stand, Avram Dav Singh Sahib, it all existed to show me the way and when I'd found the way, everything else melted away. It was a beautiful miracle, and on July 27th 1978, the day I'd first saw the pipe strip, it was the first day of my life, and that day, July 12th 1983, was the second day of my life. I've never looked back. Garfield has transformed me, and I am a man born anew because of Garfield. When I was in my mid 30s I was interviewed for a documentary, it was a documentary on the subject of cat behavior. Now, I have had cats my whole life, I have 3 cats now and at the time of this documentary interview I had 4 cats. I sat down for the interview and I was joined by a veterinarian who specialized in feline. Dr. Carolyn Welnuts was her name, I believe. And the doctor discussed color blindness in animals and how it affects their behavior. She specifically brought up the fact that cats are red-green colorblind. They can see colors, but they can't tell the difference between red and green. And look at the color choice in the strip here. Garfield sits on a green floor behind a pinkish red wall. I heard this and I immediately pulled a copy of the comic from my wallet to show to the doctor. I moved so fast I'm sure I nearly scared her, I pointed at the paper and said "Look, Like this! Like this! Look, at this here, this cat Garfield, he's colorblind! He must be! That must be the answer here! Like this!" As overexcited as I was I managed to take in her response, she said: "Yes, a cat in this room would have a hard time differentiating the wall from the floor." Add to that cats' known spatial confusion and you have the makings of a cat rage room. Now she informed me this isn't exactly common knowledge among cat owners. But a seasoned cat owner, or someone particularly perceptive would've picked up on it. So what's incredible here is not only is Garfield's behavior symbolic of the devil and all the evil constructs in the world, but, but, but, but also... it is rooted in science and scientific fact, look at that. You cannot spell fact without cat. Heh. Just a little joke there. Just some wordplay but, getting back on track, and you can't spell track without cat, okay, okay okay. I digress. I gotcha, I gotcha. Enough, kidding around. It is established here that Garfield is in a rage, an ultimate rage of fury and hatred caused by colorblindness. We know the what, we know the why, but let us examine the how. The how of his rage is particularly interesting here, we've looked at his posture and called it powerful, in control... statuesque, et cetera, et cetera. Composed rage. It's peculiar, and I've talked to a number of psychologists and psychiatrists and even a couple of anger management therapists about this concept. Could we see the same kind of behavior in a human? Is Garfield representative of something more specific then just chaos and rage? Deciphering is going to take some perseverance for sure. The psychologists pointed to a phenomenon in humans and yes, I believe one of the anger management counselors brought it up as well. The idea that people often times will bottle their rage. Garfield the cat here, well, he could be bottling his anger inside shoving it deep into his cat gut to ignore and deal with at a later time. Uhh, well, no, that's not exactly right. Garfield has already acted out, he's already stolen the pipe. He's smoking the pipe, he's already dealt with his anger. He's already lashed out, so, psychologically, what is going on here? What is this cat doing and how does it impact his owner Jon Arbuckle? Psychologically. Well Garfield is angry, he is acting on his anger, but is this passive anger or aggressive anger? Passive. It is passive because if Garfield has a problem with Jon specifically, he's choosing a passive way of dealing with that problem. He has not confronted Jon and said "Jon, I have a problem with the way you've decorated this room, as a cat I am colorblind and this sends me into a rage. You've created a rage room for me here and I don't like it, I want you to change it." Instead of that confrontational approach, though, Garfield has chosen to steal Jon's pipe. And that in turn angers Jon. But Jon decides to be aggressively angry and yell at Garfield, so now instead of a calm conversation between two respectful parties, you have two heated, angry individuals, each with a problem and no direct line to solving it. The layered emotions here tell a story with tight, focused brevity that would make Hemingway weep. This is an entire drama in just 3 panels, people. But let's not be remiss and miss the humor of the situation, the... absurdity of it all. For certainly there is a reason the visual shorthand for drama includes both a crying mask and a laughing mask. Comedy and tragedy compliment each other and meld together to create drama. The tension, the height of humanity, the peak of art that reflects back to us our own condition. And here, in its basist form we can laugh at this comic, yes, comic! In which a cat smokes a pipe, heh! When was the last time you've seen such a thing in your life? Never, I presume. I certainly never have. The great Muse Thalia's presence is strong in this world of art here, comedy, it is comedy! And if you look at the structure again you'll see this perfect form of thirds works magically for the transmission of yes, yes, a joke! The joke is as old as time. Even cavemen told jokes. And the joke here is that Jon... has lost his pipe, well he thinks he has. But lo and behold, it is the cat Garfield who has the pipe, surprise, surprise, the cat is smoking! Again the transition from setup to punchline takes place between the second and third panels. But make no mistake, the comic is more than just a comic. Yes it is funny, of course it is. It is operating at the hight of sophisticated humor on par with any of Shakespeare's piercing wit. On the one hand, Garfield the comic with Jon the man, humor as art. The other hand, Garfield comic with Jon the man, stirring, no, riveting drama! As with everything it is tension and release, tension, and release, a cycle. I keep returning to this idea because it is, it is so omnipresent, yes. You could and yes... I have done this on more then one occasion, you could print this comic strip on a giant piece of paper. The dimensions would be something like, 34 inches by 11 inches. Now tape the ends together with the comic facing inward, stick your head in the middle of this Garfield comic loop and read, start at the first panel, Jon is reading the newspaper, he feels for something on the end table. Second panel, he sets the newspaper down, something is not right. "Now where could my pipe be," he thinks. And then the payoff, the third panel. Garfield has Jon's pipe and is smoking it. But ahaha! The paper is in a loop around your head so you can see that once again Jon is in his seat reading the paper, and so on and so on, you could literally read the comic strip for eternity! And spend many a relaxing Sunday afternoon reading this strip over and over. I'm reminded of the Portuguese death carvings with always begin and end with the same scrawled image. So this idea of repetition, of the beginning being the end, and the end being the beginning, it's not new. It is an ageless tradition among the best story tellers humanity has ever offered. And I'm not wrong to include cartoonist Jim Davis in that exalted set for this particular strip alone. I'm not foolish enough to deny that great art is subjective, divisive, even. And that some people see this Garfield and shrug with no real reaction. But I will say that I believe everyone in the world should see it, at the very least, see it. You should all see it, read it. Spend some time with it. Spend an hour reading it. What's an hour? Yes, you could watch some television program, you could play some fast paced video games or computer games, yes, you could do all those things. But it's just an hour. And if you give this strip a chance, if you look into Jon Arbuckle's eyes, if you look into Jon Arbuckle's soul, you might find that you'll really be looking into your own soul. It's self discovery, that is what I'm talking about here. You have the opportunity, the possibility, it could change you. Don't be afraid. You know, just last week, I was eating lunch near the municipal court, like I do every Thursday and, there was a plumbing van, a plumbing van parked out in front, and a man, a plumber, would step out from the court and retrieve something from his van every so often. A few times this happened, I thought nothing of it, just a plumber doing some work at the municipal court. But then he came out and looked through his van and it was clear, he couldn't find something. I noticed and thought, well, that's sort of similar to the Garfield comic in a way. Someone looks for something, can't find it. But yes, that probably happens billions of times a day around the world. But then this plumber put his hands on his hips, then he scratched his head and he said aloud "Now where could my pipe wrench be?" Huh! Well at this I leaped off the bench, sandwich still in hand and I rushed over, I shouted, "What was that you said?!" He looked at me and said "What? I can't find my pipe wrench." and I said "No, no no, say it like how you just said it." He scratched his head and repeated, "Now where could my pipe wrench be?" I slapped him on the back and said "Garfield!" He looked so confused so I said it again, then I said, "Your orange cat took it." Hehe, I laughed and laughed. He smiled and went back into the court room. I walked away knowing that the plumber and I, two complete strangers, bonded over this Garfield comic. You see life imitates art, and becomes a common ground. I have a feeling that if I see this plumber again we'll be sharing stories like two old friends. Because we've been united by art, we have a common love for Jim Davis and his characters, his writings, the humor, the drama, the... that rascal Garfield the cat... Oh, and by the way, if you're wondering I was having for lunch that day it was a ham sandwich with an apple and potato chips, in a bag, I had a soda as well. I think it's important to view the pipe strip in philosophical terms. We've touched briefly on the notion of existentialism. That theme is very prevalent in this strip. Garfield is in fact a modern existential antihero. But if Garfield embodies the bewilderment in a meaningless life, what is Jon? What are the telltale signs that informs Jon's philosophical standpoint, his approach, what style of thinking he represents? Jon is depicted as being grounded in the material world, a world of things, he is surrounded by objects, and he touches these objects, he interacts with them. The newspaper, the end table, the chair, his clothes, all these physical things make up Jon's world. In some sense, even his cat Garfield is an object to him, a thing. The first ideology that comes to mind that comes to mind when thinking of objects in the tangible world... is pragmatism. Is Jon Arbuckle a pragmatist? His beliefs stem from a useful, coherent view of his environment, a sort of cause and effect understanding of his world... helps him. A, deduce that his pipe is missing, and B, catch his cat Garfield using the pipe. This kind of empirical and logical thinking lends credence to the idea that Jon is indeed a pragmatist. Although it is hard to entirely ignore the rest of the Garfield comic canon. While Garfield is consistently anarchic, and embraces the chaos and absurdity of life, Jon Arbuckle exhibits an erratic, unpredictable mix of philosophical behaviors. At times he is borderline, delusional. An idealist, an almost slap happy version of Don Quixote, other moments he is rigid, nearly to the point of being obsessive, somewhat like a structuralist. And certainly has streaks of sarcasm and negativity that might classify him as a skeptic. But isn't there some universal truth in this approach? How can any one man, how can Jon Arbuckle be just one thing? How can any of us be just one thing? We're an amalgamation of ideas and emotions, conducts and functions, thoughts and feelings... Jon Arbuckle may very well inhabit tenants of nearly every major philosophical tract known to man. We all might. Characters are reduced to make them recognizable, definable. A story needs a good guy, a story needs a bad guy. But rarely is one person defined in such black and white terms. Even Garfield with all his bad behavior, Machiavellian motivation and general ne'er-do-well attitude, can be kind and thoughtful. You just have to find that rare strip. Speaking philosophically about the entire Garfield franchise, it's an incredibly accurate depiction of life. Its bold lines and bright colors are merely a facade, a red herring, a lie. This cartoon is not a cartoon at all, it is not a caricature. It is not caricature despite adopting caricature's habitual style and tone. But I don't really like to speak in broad sweeping generalizations about Garfield. The comic has been running for over 30 years, and to try and boil that all down is just, well, it's impossible. I think the only way, and any historian worth his salt will agree with me, is to look at individual notes, isolated incidences, single comic strips. Can I discuss this one strip in the context of the entire run of Garfield? Yes, I do that just as a film historian might analyze one movie in relation to the history of all movies, or a war enthusiast might look at a single battles impact on an entire war. The Pipe Strip is just an instance in the life of Jon and Garfield. Perhaps Jon is not a pragmatist at all. Let's look at this again. Maybe Jon is exhibiting the traits of a rationalist thinker, his question "Now where could my pipe be?" is a clue that his thought process stems from the early rationalist questions posed by René Descartes. The well known quote "I think, therefore I am" attributed to Descartes is applicable. Another close look at the strip and we see that Jim Davis chose to draw Jon thinking his question: "Now where could my pipe be?" Jon does not speak this question aloud, so Jim David is also exploring the mind-body duality. Jon's question operates on the level of a literal question, but it also examines the nature of reality. Jim Davis's epistemological approach tells us something about the human condition. Jon's thoughts remain the focal point of this strip. The comic is quite literally centered around his thought: "Now where could my pipe be?" This is his reality, this is where cognition and the power and function of the mind take over. As Plato believed, the body is just a shell for Jon Arbuckle, yes, he can use his physical body to read his paper or cross his leg, but these inputs of touch, sight, hearing, et cetera, these senses are the triggers of the mind, as we see here, the mind is something greater. It is the originator of ideas, and ideas are forever, immortal, immortality through thought, a, a major theme of literature and philosophy. And isn't that what Mr. Jim Davis himself has achieved? Will he live forever? The universe will continue to spread and spread outward and entropy will turn a chaotic infinity into a homogeneous controlled system. This will take billions of years and in that time humans will push technology to heights we can't imagine. We'll explore, and inhabit space, and occupy more and more of the universe, just as time allowed our ancestors to multiply in numbers and populate more and more of the earth. And as the specific people come and go, their physical bodies will be born and grow and die, but their thoughts will remain. And Jim Davis's comics, his glorious Garfield comics, are recorded ideas of his that will still be here. Even when the earth is no longer inhabitable, and humanity is long since moved away to bigger planets, they'll carry with them a record, a record we all keep, mark my words, and look at what we've started, what is... what is the internet? What is the online world if not a record, s never ending feed of ideas, immortal ideas, forever placed in the ether of dualism. What is an idea, and where does it live? How does it manifest itself? Can it live forever? Will it live forever outside of these physical husks of ours... our bodies? And Jon Arbuckle and Garfield started nearly as thoughts, and they've become so much more. That old cliche rings true, they've taken on a life of their own. And life may not be what you think, fife brings to mind, a beating heart, breathing lungs, blinking eyes... but the real life is our imaginations, and who better embodies the definition of imagination if not a simple man, a cartoonist who puts his ideas to paper, so they may live on in our children, and our children's children, and their children's children's children can access the wealth of ideas that have accumulated thus far? They will plug themselves into an information grid and they will have access. They will read every Garfield comic. 80,000 years from now a child will see simple Jon Arbuckle, reading a newspaper. He will feel around for something but that something is not there, he will lift his head and think, "Now where could my pipe be?" And Garfield will be smoking the pipe, and Jon will yell "Garfield!" and what then? 80,000 years from now? The child reading this comic will smile. And that smile will transcend space and time, and the physical limitations of this existence whatever it may be, however many dimensions exist, there will always be Garfield. And there will always be its creator, Jim Davis.

You are the worst person I know. You constantly hit on your best friend's wife, the man pays for your food and rescued you from certain death, and this is how you repay him? And to add insult to injury, you defecate all over his yard. And you're such a sponge. You pay for nothing, you always say "Oh, I'll get you later," but later never comes. And what really bothers me, is you pretend you're this deep guy who loves women for their souls when all you do is date bimbos. Yeah, I date women for their bodies, but at least I'm honest about it. I don't buy them a copy of "Catcher in the Rye" and then lecture them with some seventh grade interpretation of how Holden Caulfield is some profound intellectual. He wasn't! He was a spoiled brat! And that's why you like him so much, he's you! God, you're pretentious! And you delude yourself by thinking you're some great writer even though you're terrible. You know, I should've known Cheryl Tiegs didn't write me that note. She would've known there's no "a" in the word "definite." And I think what I hate most about you is your textbook liberal agenda, how we should "legalize pot, man," how big business is crushing the underclass, how homelessness is the biggest tragedy in America. Well, what have you done to help? I work down at the soup kitchen, Brian. Never seen you down there! You wanna help? Grab a ladle! And by the way, driving a Prius doesn't make you Jesus Christ! Oh, wait! You don't believe in Jesus Christ or any religion for that matter, because "religion is for idiots!" Well, who the hell are you to talk down to anyone? You failed college twice, which isn't nearly as bad as your failure as a father! How's that son of yours you never see? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it, if you weren't such a bore! That's the worst of it, Brian. You're just a big, sad, alcoholic bore! Thanks for the fucking steak.

There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. But even after admitting this, there is no catharsis; my punishment continues to elude me, and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself. No new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.

I am not crazy! I know he swapped those numbers! I knew it was 1216. One after Magna Carta. As if I could ever make such a mistake. Never. Never! I just - I just couldn't prove it. He - he covered his tracks, he got that idiot at the copy shop to lie for him. You think this is something? You think this is bad? This? This chicanery? He's done worse. That billboard! Are you telling me that a man just happens to fall like that? No! He orchestrated it! Jimmy! He defecated through a sunroof! And I saved him! And I shouldn't have. I took him into my own firm! What was I thinking? He'll never change. He'll never change! Ever since he was 9, always the same! Couldn't keep his hands out of the cash drawer! But not our Jimmy! Couldn't be precious Jimmy! Stealing them blind! And he gets to be a lawyer!? What a sick joke! I should've stopped him when I had the chance! And you - you have to stop him!