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Postprandial

CEE

    A friend of mine once gossiped to another, “CEE misses out on a lot, bein’ the way he is!” Yes. But, I am the way I am, nonfriend. I cannot deny what I know to be Truth...and, I cannot hold that Truth is relative. If I have accepted it, it is primordial truth, Starbuck, true a million-million suns before our oceans rolled. Personal choice is not, “your roast beef equals my fish sticks”. I have little interest in a worldwide Smile Fest. What I hold in my hands is holy writ. What I toss in the garbage, belongs there. If I were to live any more relatively than that, I’d fly apart into neutrinos. Self is composed of choice, and choice is never wrong. Not in and of itself.
    I’m amazed at you who allow Others their truths, then walk away still full of your own...yet, still claiming The Other has your same worth. You are indeed blessed, and I salute you...only, I see the lives, where words and actions do not match. Too many people have been too honest with me, too open, too many times. All of you, believe as I: bluntly put, You Make The World and any opposition is crap. Putting a smile on it or giving it Eastern buzzphrases, doesn’t alter your smug belief in your own godhood. And, if you’re teaching your godhood in school, you may be more honest, but perhaps confidence is lacking.
    “I Am Right; End of Subject.” As a vigilante-character I created says, “I do not require your approval, merely your acquiescence.” Let me Not Drink, let me think you’re an animal for doing so, then, let’s drop it and play SCENE-IT or something. We have differing points of view, I’m sure. Why do we have to air them? What’s the point of that? If I agreed with your ironic take and skewed viewpoint, I’d already hold it. The fact I’ve cavalierly chucked it into the intellectual landfill, should tell you something. Anyway, the crime passionnel, is always going to be illegal. Don’t make me angry, Bill Bixby.
    Likewise, one does not do what one objects to, in order to maintain the general good humor. That’s probably the worst reason I can think of, for doing anything. Any and all decisions—and I include being a law-abiding citizen in this—must be made as independently as possible. This doesn’t mean my Dad was correct, that only Life experience is a sufficient teacher, but when it comes to matter going down your gullet, I suppose it would have to be. And, short of another iron law put into place...or REplaced...telling you, ala moms of yore, “no-no!”, you’re only going to find out, through trial and error. That means sugar and it means salt, it means peanuts and it means additives, it means movie theater butter on popcorn and red meat and fast food and yes, though I stand here, hatchet in hand, it means John Barleycorn, as well. Sinclair’s book on Prohibition, sums drinking as “a method of escaping from the miseries of living”...then again, in Sinclair’s lordly-wigged legal culture, one is guilty until proven innocent.
    I tried booze; I didn’t like it. I saw it mutate human persons. I saw it destroy lives. I saw it create situations where no amount of logic was gonna help. And, it did these things—was allowed to—based upon a group mentality based upon rite of passage. I never made a single rite of passage. Such rites are inherently wrong.
    To me.
    Which, is all that matters.
    To me.
    Which, is all that matters.
    To me.
    Which, is all that matters.
    ...and, spiraling off, we go.—CEE, 9/17/11

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