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LIFE IS A PUPPETEER

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Theatrical Edition

February 15, 2007                                          © 2007 JAN COX

While apparently under some type of "spell," one father told his sapling, "Life's a puppeteer: You are the figure on its right hand, and every one confounding and annoying you, the one on its left. That's it, old darling--that's it."
(I suppose he could have just been drunk.)

Another reason for the continuing popularity of confessions and protestations of mea culpa is that within the living system that is humanity such are also accepted as tacit pledges to change and "do better."

Self-portraits are a form of suicide
that never quite finishes the job.

To help compensate, whenever this one guy'd make real dumb decisions, he'd wash the car, re-wax the floors, and vacuum the house from top to bottom.
(And if all that didn't put things back on an even keel--he'd call his mother.)

A suddenly-appearing sign in one man's backyard:
"There are WORSE things than conditions."

Another pleasant surprise in the
"economics-of-the-revolutionist-approach"
is that if you think about it now
you'll still have to think about it later.

One academic (perhaps on a good trail)
said he wanted to "study history"
not to learn history,
but to discover why men made up such a thing,
and what it really is.

The Verse-Master rhapsodized:
A man with a brain
can explain
any thing.
And someone in the audience asked for clarification, to which he responded: "One rhyme at a time."

Partial Transcript of a Discussion held near One Large City:
First Speaker: "Although some ideas do seem to hold inherent wisdom, I still say that men who need 'Words to live by' are in some manner flawed."
Second Voice: "I can understand why one might say that, for there are men who do not seem to want any sort of verbal direction, but you should further note that such men are not living the fullest life possible for them."

In the secondary world the simplest, most efficient form of intellectual seduction is the giving in to that which you know could have raped you anyway.
And a particularly curvaceous city mind cooed,
"How do I know you REALLY love me?
I'm not cut and bruised!!"

Just to keep it all on the fair-&-square, in some places life arranges itself so that things are more simple and direct than the spooky believe, yet spookier than the ordinary generally imagine.
(Fair, fair -- square, square -- spooky, spooky -- so there, there.)

A guy looking at shovels in a hardware emporium said to a clerk,
"Another good thing about having no charm is that you can't ever lose it."

Perhaps the preeminent example of the human concept of "faith" is in evidence when someone says, "I believe that the comments just made will explain the matter to most people's satisfaction."

And in a "combination offer" mixing together
how things might be,
how things could be,
how things are,
and other variations of the same basic themes,
I offer the following for your inspection and consideration:
A revolutionist lives by design, the ordinary by hormones....
and there is nothing wrong with that.

You remember that chap I recently mentioned who didn't care much for movies after having seen one? Well, he later had a follow-up comment: He said he believed he'd just pass on seeing any more of man's theatrical productions until he'd gotten real life "straightened out."

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