The speaker took the platform, glanced at his papers, then said: “My topic tonight was to have been Stupidity – and specifically, How Not To BE Stupid. But upon last minute consideration, even as I stand here, I have decided I will not run the obvious risk of being thoroughly humiliated in such an attempt. So I’m cancelling,” and folded his notes and left.
Remember:
The face you can save – is not worth the effort it takes.
“Pa, is that why The Mystery Knights wore helmets with open visors, so they could see all the way around them?”
“Nice try squirt, but what they had was a special unfettered inner sight, whereby they can see all the way around the thing civilians call their, mind. Stupidity and routine consciousness are terrible things to waste on those who do not properly appreciate them. Put down your hand, boy.”
The City Pharmacist noted: “Everyone needs drugs to get by; hormones and neurotransmitters.” A man on horseback at the Drive-In Window leaned in and said, “What about words?”
The city dispenser of wisdom and potions was totally flummoxed, (a quite common urban condition but rarely recognized, and hardly ever by the flummoxed…okay, or by anyone else. Indeed, now that you bring it up, that is how you most easily spot City Folk. They are clearly lost and just as clearly have no idea that they are okay! They play like they don’t). Ask yourself: What drugs besides the ones required to keep you minimally running both downstairs-and-up, do you hunger for? What would make you secretly and acceptably high in a fashion never seen by City Folks? The Great Expedition is the single human activity in which the distinction between doing-it and wanting-to-do-it is blurred beyond any rational recognition.
“Pa, then should I be saying to myself that I am:
trying-to-wake-up or that I am: wanting-to-wake-up?”
“Get your cortical finger down in that particular crack, young crackhead,
and you can split the whole mystery apart.”
J.