What do I know? And if there is anything in specific that comes to mind then what difference does it make to the rest of the world, human or otherwise? And what does matter in this neck of the woods? Certainly everything that is considered as being ‘popular’ to the larger mass of the body ‘plus-politique’ and thus desirable fades sooner than later . The associated penalty with acquiring said special status is the plunge back into total ignominy. A few years of glory, a month of being on every set of lips that count, a minute or so short of fifteen, it’s all the same in the end. Fiction may trump reality in the moment but never over the eons. Dust knows no master after all and it consumes every civilization that has ever been or ever might be.
So where does that leave one? Build a house, fix a car, try to come up with some clever new way of producing more from less, where does it end up? The greatest actors are those who have the confidence to hold the same expression the longest in the face of any form of culturally identifiable derision. Entendre’s, double entendre’s, quadruple recitations and outright cursing, the spoken word holds the greatest resonance. A temporal guttural ancient foundation of happenstance based utterance that every modern temple seems ultimately constructed upon. Primacy is purpose personified.
So like any good ambulance chaser, what is one to do? Perfect the latest quip, catchy phrase or duly rehearsed repartee? Figure out to best the best in educated patter? Must one be struck by the lightning of chance encounter with an unimagined financial opportunity unidentifiable by all but the keenest of banal mentalities? To rub bellies or bump ugly on one’s pocketbooks, is it not the same in the fame game? The tonic of a random outburst being ever in order at an embedded party where for the moment the topic of conversation has unexpectedly seized up. Off the cuff Terrets. Two fingers couched precipitously in momentary preparation for a lift off of a bell shaped glass cover covering releasing the essence of a culinary banality. I think that we are all human here though constantly reciprocating perfected actions ever speak louder than the stutter of pain-wracked lips.
It takes sweat to persevere one is told making sandcastles. Wise is the person who realizes them for what they are. The real question eternal is what use does one really serve for those other than one’s self. Life among one’s fellows, being simply a matter of constant bargaining at the local marketplace of humanity. The definition of an adventurous existence equally being a life unwrapped in cellophane.