A Remote Chance

With  this thing in the palm of my hand I can tune into satellites, my TV,  DVDs and even AUX, which I assume means Auxilliary items whichI have no clue what those are.  

I can control the universe...at least my little portion of it, at least I can pretend I do.

There's that one little red button turns the system on.  The other red one , the TV itself.  There is menu for settings and images control.  

​There is the Guide Button to reveal the thousands and thousands of choices from hundreds and hundreds of analog and digital stations that provide viewing choices galore from the CBS Evening News to Golden Girls reruns to documentaries on everything from Aardvarks to Zoology.  

I can instantly hit the Recall button to return to the previously watched station and to remind myself what I was watching just a bit ago before I go intrigued by Nova or Home & Garden TV.  With the DVR I can watch all the programs I have recorded to watch some other time and usually have already lost interest in, or watched live and forgotten.  

If I choose, I can play a PIP,  (Picture in Picture), to watch one program while waiting for something interesting to happen on another.   If I were inclined, I could track baseball, football, basketball, golf, hockey and ping pong quite easily.

That device in my hand has the magical ability to help me find something that will entertain and delight me.  Maybe it will show me the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat.  Perhaps I will just watch the latest episode of Days of Our Lives to find out who came back from the dead this week.

The choices seem endless.  

And yet I wonder how is it those channels can offer so many temptatations and not one of them I am in the mood for?

So I guess when I hold this remote, I feel I am in control of something that will transport me to another realm, a different reality, as Rod Serling said at the beginning of The Twilight Zone each week:  

"It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Twilight Zone".

To quell boredom or satisfy the need to be entertained.  In the end, though, even I know, the chances are, indeed, remote.

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