The fun thing about getting a response about stuff you write from real live people instead of just talking to the surf with a mouthful of rocks is that you get to see other aspects of your perspective that you just hadn’t considered, ormaybe just to see how something you wrote was read and conceived of in ways that you couldn’t have imagined anyone could, and furthermore, you get to be told why you’re an idiot.

Apparently the Sufis used to discuss themselves as being “Idiots” so maybe I’m a Sufi in disguise humbled by my own righteousness, taking joy in a realignment of my perceptions, of realizing I’m wrong.

You take an opinion at all and you have to adopt a certain stance on that thought. You can’t easily dance around the reality of the gray of the world. Writing is especially linear, not easily given to tangents and whatnot (although tangents are what I live for, tangents that matter in a connectedness kind of way) so that when you present an opinion you have to followit to it’s conclusion with little regard for the fuzzy nature of the universe.

This is good in that you get to explore a line of thought, follow it through to a fairly full conclusion. A line is not, by the very nature of the nature of a line, an encompassing thing. It’s more of a path through a dense forest. Stray from the path and the line dies, the essay gets a D- and you gnash your teeth wondering how it all went wrong and how many sweaty men you’re going to have to blow to pay for all of that mislaid education and all those school loans.

Wondering if there’s a particular fetish you could excel at in the Fashion Health industry. One that won’t leave you intruded too often or with a mouthwash bill of epic proportions.

[note: It’s so fucking hot in Epic Cafe I’m sure the fiery depths of hell are lapping at their floor, that if you opened the red door to their kitchen, demons would flood into the cafe proper and poke at all of us with nasty cutting sarcastic remarks.]

Exploring ideas in text is naturally limited to a forward moving impetus unrelated to the reality of the complexity of the universe. And this is part of the difficulty of trying to see the world though a pinhole. The great comedy of the world is that people take their thoughts and their opinions and assume them to be true for all time at all places in the universe. That the Zonookas of Epsilon Beta-5 understand their experience of being born in a mouth of a carnivorous being we might call a plant the same way we understand our drive to the Circle-K to get a lottery ticket. That the cheese we see in our hands in the morning is not the same cheese we dream about in our minds later that day.

This is not a pipe.

I consider this all quite frustrating because you can’t really talk about a reality as it really is. You have to model it, pull out pieces and hope that the elephant leg your talking about makes sense when some other guy talks about the elephant’s anus.

I mean, you could walk a small child through one of those things so a blind guy poking around an elephant anus simply won’t have the conceptual ability to understand his predicament.

And that’s the point of being an idiot (I’ll stick with the small “i” in this case because it’s probably more appropriate to me than anything else). Dick Cheney said it best when he talked about known knowns, known unknowns, and unknown unknowns.

We all have some inkling of what is known and unknown by us but the societal framework and the nature of written language really does demand righteousness.

The trick, I think, is to know that what you know is going to be wrong if you could know with greater expanse.

This is the nature of science and most people don’t know that.