Tuesday, May 3, 2011
How about we begin with a story of a man and a monkey. The man with no mind and three toes, appearing as a sloth. The monkey no larger than the nickel that he laid his bountiful bum upon. The master of all chefs condemns these two to the very fate you've suffered for your entire life. Every moment has led up to now. How will you carry yourself in this moment of despair. No not despair, but multiplicities of multiple madnesses all in a staged equilibrium. Yet going no further than that of our father now in cosmos, osama bin laden. The thing we strive for is this tale of monkey and man. No better. No stronger. No Shorter.