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To the bright beginning of our sun-swept morning! Arise fools who have buried time and life in words.
“We talk like the buggers that got us to the dance in the first place. A tongue can reach over many epochs. If ignorance has shut down the capacity to know and experience then the writer laughs and moves to the future. There is a large nightmare he passes through and then he laughs. ‘They have reduced everything to themselves!’ This is the nightmare and it suddenly shows up in the most obvious places. And they are not giants but goosed up pygmies. And if you don’t get down with ‘em they will spray you with their little darts.”
The Villa kept this man caged up a bit even though the door to his room was always open. He was advised to keep to himself and ‘get your thoughts to a happier place.’
But he was out and about as if he had made a resolution to himself not to hold back, not to stifle his ruffled thinking. “If you took a thousand men, 995 of them all want to be king or commander or chief. Only through experience, hard knocks, luck and some decent pay off is that number reduced to half a dozen. But the act of wanting to be king takes a man places he would never have gone. Now, if you took a thousand women, perhaps five of them would want to be chief and the rest would want to find a kind, secure nest somewhere to tend children or her own tender dreams. And the five would have to prove themselves ruthless and worthy before they would become leaders. Now, if you put those pools together and mixed them up you’d find a slaughter of innocence and then the rise of a few to lead, perhaps one in fifteen a privileged female as in the old days. So what was all the fuss about?”
“Well, it’s over now anyway.”
“What is over?”
“Everything I have known.”
“Good, that is an excellent place. You will go far. You will penetrate a few of the densities that have blocked your path.”
And so much had collapsed before and under him but, curiously, never above him. He could skirt and leap and jounce like a free man among all the debris and sing happy songs all the while.
“The least trustworthy are those who claim they are ‘living on the edge.’ They live, if at all, because an abundant society can support their fantasies.”
“Never punish those with mere fantasies!”
“Happy man to see his life as open-ended answers continually needing questions.”
“Well, even open windows need a structure around them to make them any good. Not-window make window good.”
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