The Ray Ward Hot Dog Argument

It seems to be more of an existentialist argument; that is, a Faustian bargain, perpetuated by our collective Jungian unconsciousness, to ensure that we as a people are never quite fulfilled, never quite manage to grasp all that we desire at once, and therefore to secure, the illusion at least, of eternal optimism and youth. Were we to have an equal share of everything we could want, we would most assuredly perish an ignoble death, our thirst for that little something extra having been slaked, our philosophical hunger more than satiated and our knowledge of our place on this planet a little too self-assured. For is it not the belief that we do not quite know where we are as a people that perpetuates progress? Since we do not know where we are, we feel challenged to move on, to go farther, until we find the answer. Once we have it, once there are no more riddles to solve and once there are no questions to ponder and once we are confident and content with our existence, there will be no more moving to do. Once there is no moving to do we die, because this life, and the next, is a journey, not a destination and reaching the end means meeting the end in all the ways that the end can be met. And that is why hot dogs come in packs of eight and hot dog buns come in packs of six.