I have to say to you all this one thing : It is good to be here, tapping away. You don't know me and even if you do, you may not know that you do. Even if you suspect you know me, the reality of being proven correct by my confession of my identity might prove too much, so I remain in the dark, muttering away. Some might already conclude that I do so to lesser and lesser effect as I grope around for meaning, or even a coherent theme. I may have already exhausted or dismayed. This whole thing may appear to be a tedious stream-of-consciousness attempt at something impossibly profound. Who the hell am I to say?
The thing is, I'm concerned. About all kinds of stuff and nonsense. Well, not all kinds, obviously. Who could be that preoccupied and walk and talk at the same time? But I'm not just a bit concerned, either. I wouldn't want anyone to think I veer towards circumspection.
Some philosopher somewhere once said that circumspection is for the birds. Or was it the bees? I can't remember, sorry. Anyway, suffice it to say that to be circumspect is to be damned. Almost as bad as standing at the lectern of thought and admitting indifference. If ever there was a hanging offence....
Let me cut to the quick and declare my not inconsiderable alarm at, as I've said, stuff and nonsense. Not my stuff and nonsense, I hope. Or maybe that's what you should hope, and not for my sake, but your own. As I keep saying, it's you I'm thinking of. That's where my concern originates. I'm nothing if not charitable. I always try to shed my ego and act the philanthropist, if I can. All I lack is the financial clout to enable me to put my money where my mouth is. Then again, aren't we all the same? Plagued by unrealistic good intentions, the lot of us. Cursed by our enforced enfeeblement in the face of the world's problems.
I know what most of you may be thinking. Get off the high horse. Spare us the pseudo-philosophical codswallop. And if I was in your shoes, whoever you are I would be in total agreement. I'd be frothing at the mouth by now. Thing is, I can't help myself. And suppose, just suppose, that neither can you. How awful would that be?
You might be right if you think that some stuff is nothing to be concerned about. Some stuff is great stuff. Some stuff is fantastic stuff. A lot of stuff we consider life-enhancing. You probably have a long list of your own. I know I do. Parachutes, kangaroos, unconventionally-shaped hot-air balloons, 1960's Ford Anglias, pocket-knives, whittling, roof prism binoculars, backward flying birds. Ok, I made that last one up. I have never seen a bird flying backwards. I've seen starlings in a strong gale appear to be on the brink of reverse flight. But anyway, you get the idea. Lots of great stuff. Please let me know what your list would comprise, if you're of a mind to. Or not. It's your choice. Include some of the nonsense as well, if you like. Some of that I probably already have on one of my own old lists. But that's the thing about stuff and nonsense. Stuff we like tends to vary, depending on taste. Nonsense, on the other hand consists of common complaints the world over. Some of which I will historically examine at a future date. And that, in case you were wondering, is where time-travel enters the fray. But that's for a later time .....
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