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“What Would Be the Answer to the Answer Land?”

It’s funny to think of entities in our world coming into existence. That is, a table comes from wood, and wood comes from trees, but what do trees come from?

And if your life is composed of letting other people tell you how to dress, looking at numbers and computing them, and keeping a “company wellness” factor in mind, how do you, you know, make your life good?

It’s the same thing as making a table when there’s no wood. It’s like the trees not knowing how to grow.

I recently had a day off from work. When they asked me how it had gone, I said, “Ok, the weather was really shi**y.”

My boss replied with, “That’s no excuse.”

He continued with the following oration: “You’re always supposed to do something, go out and run around naked in the rain, whatever.”

My boss is always spouting all these sort of left-brain orations, almost as if some sort of sort of formality. Actually, much of his job involves the left brain. Actually, much of all of our jobs involve the left brain.

But then, we live the lives of robots.

The right brain involves how to LIVE and this had, basically, been my boss’ point when he’d reprimanded me for not having a good day off: it’s our own responsibility to infuse these entities into our own lives, elements of magic, elements of renewal on a psycho-spiritual level, elements that distinguish our lives from that of a faceless, median executor of outside orders.

The right brain is the ANIMAL in us. For confirmation of this, given that it’s the side of the brain which would impart freedom on a day off, you need only observe that animals have been running naked in the rain since time immemorial. But then, maybe they’re just doing this out of necessity, like a cheetah running from predators on the African prairie. Dogs always run around a lot, though, for no reason, which is part of why they pi** me off, kind of. But then, a lot of people like this exact thing about dogs, I think — they go their own way and in this way have a refreshing effect on people looking at them. When in pain, they’re almost entirely tacit, withstanding the discomfort in what none would argue is a commendable sort of way. People can learn a lot from them, in this way. And they take away our pain, too, by making us less lonely. I’ve never had a dog. I have a boss, though, which at certain times seems like a similar kind of thing.

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