Requiescat In Pacem
If you seek pablum, palaver, prunes, potato pancakes, proselytization, proles, patsies, placebos, plum pudding, porridge, platitudes, and pomposity - well, you got it. A pathetic pile-up of the spiritually challenged.
So be it.
But, why would you seek it?
It's like watching a bunch of pre-schoolers with Super-Electro-Cyber Rocket Launchers zapping their teeth out, one after the other, and saying, "Good, Greg. I like the way you did that. Do it again. For me?"
The last time I was on this thread, I realized it was a sort of possessive matriarchy that nurtured the severely malnutritious.
This time, though the conclusion is not much different, I want to add a new bit of insight. You say, "As for disdain--well-you said it. And Alexa called you on it."
1. "Disdain" is not per se a moral, or even social, no-no. (Ask jpmac, who dipped his pinky-toe into the pond.)
2. Alexa's "call" falls of its own weight. Read it. Go ahead. It is an almost violent clamor against anything that ripples the surface of the pond. (And water left too still too long eutrophies.)
3. Your "cybersis" relationship is of two entirely opposed sensitivities. Chew on that one. (When I was fourteen, I was me, but I was younger. When I was forty, I was me, but I was younger...etc., on the one hand, and When I was fourteen I was not me...etc., on the other hand. One is organic, the other is mechanical. There are galexies separating them, one celestial, the other ground-bound.)
I don't know this Rambi, maybe I'll look for it.
With the greatest of respect (anyone who would yawn at Lunch deserves disdain), I have benefitted from our passing. Thnx, geo |
