Wednesday October 17th 2012
Give me the synopsis, let me understand what
the person is trying to say, then I have a chance to wade through the
details, look for those things I disagree with and become wisely
challenged by them. At least theoretically. Fortunately, or
unfortunately, I don't seem to function that way, and I'd suggest nor do
you, because we are more like Crocodiles than we are like Plato's
Socrates. A character written to engender the wisdom of Solomon in
students, or in Plato's case Pericles the Tyrant, a brilliant leader
whose own entail were not similarly blessed with the wisdom and
foresight of goldenness. A record that resounds down the ages,
because Socrates' own three children, were according to Aristotle 'silly
and dull.' And we all know what that means.
But climbing the mountain, my pitons are deep
somewhere in a limbic system that identifies 'a private elevator in a public
building.' It asks the question, what kind of mind would demand such a
thing, and what else might it want from the work of others. It
could be a convenience against corridors of bustle and touching from vulgar
litigators, or from the scent of beggars un-entitled to beg. It could
be an allergy to the taste of other opinions, colors and kinds, which might
once have proved a useful shyness in our species, and still lingers.
Or, it could be that higher up in his cerebral cortex the man is just an
asshole. However, my own Prince, may place a private elevator wherever
his brave heart desires, and I guess so can yours.