Attention Film Buffs:
There is a documentary of your life playing continually at a place near you.
Certain disgruntled and sorehead mystical types tend to thoroughly dislike, (read, despise), anyone they suspect of having seen the thing through to the end. But every hero needs his foe, (eh what?), especially self-concocted ones. Ah, the sweet, sweet dreams, spun o’er the punchbowl by those too timid by temperament to tango, yet too pissed to sit quietly by.
(Psst, someone’s yelling your way:
“Oh, yoo hoo! Is that you? Is that REALLY you?”
Only those still dancing with the tar baby, always feel obliged to respond to such questions,and then, no matter how hard they try, always inaccurately. Find a man who doesn’t know who he is, and you have found a man asleep. Find another man who doesn’t know who he is, but who understands his position and you have found a man who is different from the first man.
On some planets, the creatures say that things are going from, “bad-to-worse,” while on others they claim to be, “hoping-for-the-best”; then on one remote, obscure world, it is difficult to tell exactly what is going on…(leastwise, based on what the beings there say, which is mainly nothing!)
This brings to mind that nebulous automotive marque, which built only cars that no one could drive, or explain why they could not. As it clearly stated on the first page of the owner’s manual, “Only the moronic can believe that they are behind the wheel, and only the blind, that they are going somewhere.”
“Ye gads Gertrude, what a marvelous journey this be,” exclaimed Gunther, as sitteth they, in the driveway.
J.