A SERIOUS FAIRLY TALE: WITH A HIDDEN MESSAGE, AND SERIOUS PRACTICALSIGNIFICANCE: (NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY BY THOSE WITH MIGRAINES, CHEST PAINS, OR IMBECILIC MINDS; YOUNG CHILDREN AND DOGS ARE OKAY, THEY KNOW BETTER).
Everyone has a little man inside of them who runs their lives. In simpler times, he was thought of as a representative of God, or conversely, an agent of Evil. Others referred to him as Nature, or instinct, but what he is – is a little man, a little, “you,” if you like; the template and archetype of the larger, visible “you.”
Although his handiwork and influence in every man’s life is everywhere evident, his presence is ignored and never spoken of. Judged by men’s most intimate references to themselves, the little man does not exist. There is a semi exception to this, in that while men take all credit for their accomplishments, they will admit to a renegade cousin of the little man who is responsible for their failures. (“I can’t explain why I did such a terrible thing,” “I don’t know what came over me,” “The Devil made me do it,” etc.).
The verbal conjuring of such ad hoc scapegoats does not a full-time, all-knowing, all-powerful, “Little Man” make. No, only when the little man is trying to shift blame from himself does he cause his host human to engage in such vacuous verbal finger pointing as the above. Turning your attention, under threatening conditions, to something apparently extrinsic to you, and to him is, in fact, one of the ways that the little man keeps his permanent presence unacknowledged. He has things arranged so that if all is going well, he allows YOU to take credit.
When things go sour, he begins to cry out about the sudden, unjustifiable intrusion into your life of overwhelming nefarious forces, which alone, are responsible for any and all unprofitable or condemnable moves you ever involuntarily make. (The little man is no idiot.)
J.