InutilityAdmonishment # 452. On Steeping in Insanity as though that were Meaningful Activity
Do not pretend your morbid, shameless fascination with the raving of a lunatic, indulged with the gape and zeal of a Godzilla aficionado, is an attempt to understand, as though you aim then to transform your life into some motherteresic mission of curative intercessions in your hurting society. There is a term for perceiving meaning or explanation in lunacy: lunacy. And you know this already. Maybe your real purpose is to assure yourself that in fact you don't relate? In extreme cases--and this you might not have known-- this lunacy can even be sheer. Take no comfort or faith in the mobs & cadres of similar pretenders, of self-deceivers, who also regard mental illness as a commentator sport. No, the verbal dross of the insane offers no more explanation of cause or effect than the stench of a dead dog explains the Newtonian forces at play when the miserable mutt met the Michelin-- when the dismal dawg docked with the Dunlop. Whatever happened to studying the teachings of our history's most reasonable and practically-dressed thinkers, for our serious instruction? Surely the audiotape sets are still available at reasonable prices, boring as butter though they all may be.
Admonishment # 99. On Anger at Innocent Ignorance
Don't succumb to rage toward people for their not knowing things, unless you know positively that they should know them but deliberately chose not, or wantonly neglected, to learn them. A caller to a massively popular radio program apparently did not know something that would have revealed to him the obvious foolishness of his position. He proved to be a young fellow, and so must be excused, allowed leeway, for it is natural that the young often do not yet know things they need to learn, but have mouths open for business. What had he been older? Possibly he had never been presented fair opportunity to learn the wanting facts, or had been incapable of learning them as his rude peers soared past him to their enlightenments. So then, you will insist on exposing the irrational animal dwelling in yourself by cursing this innocent, on unjustified assumptions that he is capable of knowing, has had opportunity to learn, and has deliberately chosen not, or wantonly neglected, to do so? Heavens mine; do you need kept in a cage overnight at the veterinarian's hard case clinic and prodded with bull shockers? Are you that sort of lowleggin who would put the world to pain for a chance to rule it, sharing your corruption with all? Look. Keep your cool, against all compulsion to be a cool-loser. Only if you know beyond reasonable doubt that the fellow deserves a cursing ought you to curse him; and then it is your duty to do so. Indeed, one will be the first to join you.
*****F.B.F.
Introducing ADMONITIONS by Fartch, Jr. [Honorary designation; Fartch Bombastric Fondlegod has sired no proven offspring]
Admonition # 1. The Reason So Many People Fall Off Cliffs
. . . The reason so many people fall off cliffs is that when they go to see how close to the edge they can inch their feet, they look straight down, and what Ozzy Osbourne probably calls special disorientation jiggers their grasp of which side is the safe one: the terrifying ground where they totter or the beckoning ground far below from which nobody can ever fall again unless somebody digs a great hole or a fissure appears. Their body, which is genetically hotwired against heights but is cut off from the do-this do-that center in the brain by the jiggered grasp deal, reflexes and hurls itself to a fool's kind of safety. This is one reason so many fall, so very many fellow travelers who might have made a difference. Don't be courting your descent like this. Do try to get it through to your kids, as well. Few things will jump up and bite you in the keister quicker than edgeteetering. A viper? A viper is more apt than not to simply crawl away. A lot of dogs will do it. Few things BESIDES DOGS will jump up and bite you in the keister quicker than edgeteetering.
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as opposed, perhaps, to some kind of frilly or thick or horizontal or partial lunacy
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