I wish somebody would just teach me stuff and stop trying to sell me on an ideology. And/or stop implicitly expecting that I’ll buy into an ideology while not bothering to try to sell me on it. I’ve already got an ideology, buddy, and if you want to challenge it, I would appreciate it if you would bother asking what is it first. Then engage me (meaning you get to try to convince me you’re right, but I also get to try to convince you that I’m right instead).
Excuse me for waxing for a moment, but…Do you ever feel as if you’ve run up against your limitations as a human being? Like there’s a whole lot more in this world to know, do and be but your brain just isn’t big enough and your will just isn’t strong enough to take any more in? You’re pretty happy in the little garden of your life, but you just know if you bash your head against the wall repeatedly you can make it move, millimeter by millimeter, and make your world just a little bigger. But all that bashing gives you a headache, and then you feel like there’s nothing you’d rather do than lie in your hammock and drink iced tea for 30 or 40 years.
Upon further review, it appears you have to wax something because to wax means to become something.
I made a pair of drawings on a single piece of notebook paper today (during my field placement seminar): on the front, it shows a very large person with a very short torso standing astride North America and Europe grasping the moon in his hand and getting ready to put it in his pointy-toothed, kind of evil-looking mouth. He wears a T-shirt that reads: “EATIN’ THE MOON”. On the back, there’s a octopus kind of creature standing on the moon holding the earth in two of its tentacles, and it has a sign hanging around its neck that reads: “EATIN’ THE EARTH”. I find the creation and contemplation of these drawings highly entertaining. So I’m not really that different from the person I was when I was 6 or 7 years old. That’s kind of reassuring.