"I'm retarded... but in a good way!" AL
How can one person be more real than any other?
Well, some people do hide and others seek. Maybe
those who are in hiding--escaping encounters,
avoiding surprises, protecting their property,
ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings,
sitting out the Pan pipe hootchy-kootch of
experience--maybe those people, people who
won't talk to rednecks, or if they're rednecks won't
talk to intellectuals, people who're afraid to get
their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat
what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water,
afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike,
jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate,
rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe
such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the
jackleg humanist who says differently is due to
have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar's Hell.
Some folks hide, and some folks seek, and seeking,
when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or
pusillanimous can be a form of hiding.
Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.
"Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is--and still not caring."
In times of widespread chaos and confusion, it has been the duty of more advanced human beings -- artists, scientists, clowns and philosophers - to create order. In times sucha s ours, however, when there is too much order, too much management, too much programming and control, it becomes the duty of superior men and women to fling their favorite wrenches into the machinery. To relieve the repression of the human spirit, they must sow doubt and disruption.
