Anybody have "god-like force" dreams? Just curious. Not saying I have em, either.
No I wouldn't "have" them; I would create them or step in and squish them.
Hee hee hee hee hee hee.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we start a sentence.
I have to wonder about dreams though. They're certainly one of the most peculiar things in life. Maybe The Most Peculiar Thing. Or right up there with sleep, birth, and death. They're weirder than sex.
Okay, so obviously, we need a pole. Not a poll; like a totem pole. Stacking. Stacking is fundamental to order in life. That's why ancient columns are called "Orders."
With dreams at the top, sex at the bottom or second, uhm like this:
dreams
birth
death
sex
sleep
Yah. That's my summation of life.
Feel free to sum up, yourself. (Well, I mean you ideas of the important or mysterious things in life; if you sum up your self here, it could be embarrassing. Informative, but embarrassing.)
But there's one thing sort of rong here, with this totem pole;
like "late model" cars being the new ones:
I sometimes think the importantest stuff, images,
should be at the bottom, where people can actually see them.
sleep
sex
death
birth
dreams
And the lesser stuff at the top, where only a maintenance guy in a cherry-picker basket with Stain-Solve and Pigeon-Purge can see them.
Like the Column Of Trajan, in Rome, down at the bottom of the historical picto-narrative spiral, the guys, the legions, are marching off to war. That's about all you can see, really. I suppose, the glorious stuff is at the top. Well, it's sixty or a hundred feet up.
DUH!
"Looks like Hadrian, to me."
"No. Uh-uh. Marc Anthony."
"IT'S TRAJAN, YOU ASS-WIPES!"
At least the Klingits built their totem poles with all the stuff facing forward, instead of swirling around. How many people, in the history of that Trajan column, really, do you think stood there at the bottom, and then circled around thirty times, progressively lifting their specially-braced necks into the sun, to read the story? If you looked down, it would be hard to find your place again. Maybe they made ropes available, at the bottom, people could attach to their togas, to keep from spinning off into the forum or being crushed and abused by the mob.
People who completed the course, historical and torturous, often came down with Trajan's disease, a malady of the inner ear and nervous system.
Grouchy as the Emperors were, I certainly wouldn't want to be the person who proposed this pointy pointless landmark to Trajan. "How the eff are people going to see it, Dedicus? You are SO Ded."
If they had un-coiled the scroll, like the cardboard center of a paper towel roll, think of how long and impressive that would have been! Let's say it would have been about six feet high and 216 feet long. About. Think how impressive that would have been! They could have built a public tennis-court and put it around the outside. Think of the difference in PR value!! People would actually know the story, pretty much everybody in Rome, instead of no one in Rome, and a few patient scholars with special camera equipment today.
Where was I.
Let me go back to the top.
Well, that didn't do any good. It was a whole different subject up there.
So. I might be done. Or I could continue thinking. One thing I did think of, is that if I got my books out, I could find out the size of Trajan's Column. It is big. But I would have to get out probably ALL the books, because I don't know what box it would be in. It's always the last one. It's never, literally never, been the first one. Even when I start with the last one. So I couild go to the library, and look for girls (librarians ARE my favorites) (well, and schoolteachers) and look important and wear a sweater and say, "I'm doing some research on the Column of Trajan. You know, the one in Rome."
She would probably be doodling and say something like, "It's the column of Hadrian."
I'll stop now.
Must pretend to be watching stocks.
Unless I think of something else. |
