Possibly the Parrish engine has
realigned his objectives. If so, all that remains is to find a suitable place in
the barn where he might keep until the curve of demand for a heavy weight
inclines. The Parrish engine will not be lonely. He will
sit with others of his kind in grimness.
Within our own species this spectacle of one who sits and does nothing is
sometimes described as a "Heavy Muffin". A character
flawed by continuous inactivity and reluctance to participate. And
here I suppose my own nature falls awkwardly between
"Heavy" and "Muffin" because I am one who tries to
remain active but often declines to participate.
Probably the Parrish engine is my opposite. This engine has every
symptom of one who wishes to participate. He sits there expressing
enthusiasm, while I rummage around in ways that are increasingly
intimate. Then when demands are made of him he does not reciprocate.
My friend Okanya could make mechanical things
work that others had given up on. It was his genius to see through the
obvious and find the real. Often his technique included trail and
error. Sometimes inspired he would close his eyes and resort to
ethereal realms. Always his mood was generous
with adventure and good humor. And never was there a rage during
which things got thrown around in a reckless manner.
And most likely my own failure to gain a
correct attention from the Parrish Engine reflects my own attitudes to
participation. It is no good just sulking with each other.
Scuffed knuckles, pulled muscles may interrupt sleep with uncharitable
visions, but however comforting it might be, it remains quite pointless to keep a hold
of a grudge.
Perhaps the place to begin anew is with a
set of wrenches that is complete, rather than struggle on with a coalition
of oddballs that comprise what I grandly refer to as a tool kit. A
predicament I am sure the French have a phrase for.