For your entertainment, gentle reader, a couple of things that have been making me shake my head. A couple of things that have really been hammering home over the last half day that people are, on the whole, completely off their fucking nuts.
FIRST: This old Burroughs routine popped into my head on the way home from work last night. It starts off something to the effect of, "Imagine the impasse of a One-God-Universe. He could never go anywhere, as He is already everywhere. He could never Do anything, as the act of Doing presupposes opposition."
Being raised Catholic, I must, of course, analyse this in terms of the Catholic Diety. The Big Bearded Dude.
As we all know Lucifer (as he has been inappropriately labelled for some time. The actual name of the rebel angel is something quite different, but I'm on my lunch break, so I'm not going to fuck around with researching something I'm going to remember in three hours anyway) led a batallion of angels against T.B.B.D because they were pissed that His-Beardedness had given praise and honour (and free will) to His new creation, the Upright Monkey.
Yadda-Yadda, I'm not going to go into all of it, you've heard it a million times, it's just another dime-store novel.
Point is, assuming that the Bearded Beardly Man With A Beard is as Omnicient, Ubiquitous, and generally All-Powerful as described, then there is NO FUCKING WAY that this was not designed. NOTE: I do not mean "allowed," I mean, "designed."
There is no possible opposition the The One True God except his own D.I.D.
So, if we are going to grant credence to this mythology, then we are freely admitting that we are either, A)Merely being strung along, never making a decision that was not made for us a long time ago, marionettes who's hubris has convinced them that the strings are "faith," guidance," or "a result of the drugs," or B)Part of the paranoid unilateral reality of a fissured consciousness.
Really, ponder for a moment the notion that you are nothing more than an aspect of somebody else's psychosis. A datum in a conceptual puzzle, to which the solution is gibberish.
SECOND: Adults are totally fucking insane hypocrites.
I walked out of the office and Fearless Leader was just coming out of a hand-stand. This is one of the things she does to distract herself when she starts to get stressed out.
It struck me that if a kid did this it would be "cute," or "showing off." But as adult it's just a "coping mechanism."
Then I started analysing the various eccentricities of my co-workers, compatriots, friends, & other assorted weirdos.
Yup.
Totally fucking loopy.
If a kid were to behave like Extreme Elvis he'd be medicated, theraputised, castigated, castrated & deported.
I wish I had a good parting shot here.
Sorry, but if you suddenly have the urge to shoot yourself in the head, please do-K