An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 77, March 17, 2012
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“Dear cruel world: Today I am leaving you, for I am so disappointed and sad about how Life is here in reality”. You the reader may interpret that I have written a suicide note, but it’s Ok, don’t worry. After I kill myself and enter into a whole new realm where I am not so disappointed and sad, I’ll come back, especially when Mommy has my peanut butter and jelly sandwich ready for lunch. When I was a little boy I spent so much time disappointed and sad that I left this cruel world routinely, and I invented my own fantasy existence where I could be happy and not disappointed. My kids say that part of me got stuck there, since I don’t function fully like you might expect that an adult should.
One of the most wonderful parts of our human awareness of self, or consciousness, is fantasy and the ability to exist in a realm beyond or within physicality. I’m a bird! I’m a plane! I’m a porn star! As a matter of fact, after having sex with all the virgin bunnies in the Lear jet I jumped out without a parachute because I had to pee, and I landed on the wings of a Pterodactyl, who returned be back to my cave to assist one of my wives, the Cheetah, giving birth to my latest of many odd children like me. After my PBJ I’ll resume: “Dear cruel world part 2:”
There are some people that might say that the most significant force in the universe is the Jedi force. I agree. Except that the mother of the Jedi force that gave birth to all forces is Boredom. I say frequently to my children, “may the boredom be with you!” I usually get an immediate look of consternation, as if I’m supposed to rescue the little fantasy wizard from what is about to become the most exquisite internal movie in history. Within minutes the look of disgruntle fades to the wide eyed “wow” and “ooh” and “yeah” of fantasy play, where a mere piece of paper now threatens the very existence of Darth Vader, and all purple Munchkins with pink polka-dots become happy. For almost 2 decades two of my kids have been playing doll games together, with elaborate roles and plots and themes, and strangely enough the dolls just sat there like plastic dolls. Eventually I asked, “where are the dolls?” “Oh, we don’t need them anymore, they just distract us, now we do it all in our heads!” Well, the whole process did go to their heads. My son is 17 and finds his joy composing and playing music, and his sister at 19 finds her joy writing erotic romance novels with “fantastic” characters.
They say that necessity is the mother of invention. I say that boredom is the mother of fantasy which is the father of the necessity to invent. When we are bored, we naturally search for something to “un bore” us. When we have things to occupy us, and we moderns have hundreds of things to occupy us, we are no longer bored. But when we don’t have anything to fill the gap of a stagnant self, zip!, pow!, kazam!, we spin up internally and a whole new world opens up, if not thousands of worlds. We as the preeminent dominants on planet Earth got here because of our ability to fantasize. What a pity that we did not bring our heart with our brains and muscles and neutron bombs.
Fantasy is power, and those that command fantasy will always have the power. All ambition and all success, all endeavors of humanity in the evolution of culture and society take vision, and dreaming, and hope and the projection of an ideal. Fantasy is vision and dreaming and hope and the projection of ourselves up and out as an ideal. We are fantasy and fantasy is our lives. Children are natural entertainers, of self and others, and the more bored they are, they more they internalize and fantasize, and the more they internalize and fantasize the more powerful they become. Tens of thousands of creative geniuses in our history were supposed to go to school, do their homework, pay attention, learn something, be responsible, get a job, and be somebody so they could prosper. Instead they became Einstein (fantasy) and Jordan (fantasy) and Lucas (fantasy) and absolutely every icon and hero that we have in our society. Everything and everyone we hold dear as heroes are bored-ians and fantasize-ians, to the level of superheroes.
So let’s plan to create a life of boredom and fantasy for our children, and our children will create a life of the need to invent, and create, and change our world for the better. So let’s take notes on how to insure a vibrant and ecstatic life of fantasy for our children and our world.
1. Make sure that you and your children are bored with no recourse but to internalize mentally as often as possible. No busy, busy, busy, except between your fantastical ears.
2. “Daddy I’m bored” begets “Oh good, now enjoy yourself”. If you want to spend quality time with your children, join them in fantasy play, but do not rescue yourself or them from boredom with activities of any kind unless imagination is paramount.
3. Never send your children to school. School indoctrinates children into obedience and managed behavior that is anti creative and anti fantasy, and school converts natural passion for fantasy into abstract thought and symbols and data that kills imagination and childhood. All you have to do is simply allow your children to play all day and night for 20 years, and Einstein and Jordan and Lucas will be living in your house in one way or another.
4. Shoot your television, burn all video games, and bury your computer. Any multi-media devices are against the law and banished from all childhoods. TV and video games and computers are for Potatoes, those lazy vegetables that can be found on couches and chairs and beds and floors missing fantasy, missing creativity, and missing life. What goes in your ears and eyes at the same time reduces your self to an inert bio-mass that does not envision or hope or dream or become. Devices are for boredom-phobias and fantasy-phobias and self-phobias like you and me. (aka lazy people) Let us not ever expose our children to phobia of boredom or phobia of fantasy or phobia of self by device-ing them. No electrical junk in the house. Just a block of wood, a handful of sand, maybe a bamboo flute, and a couple of marbles. Then get out of the way while your children create themselves and our new world to come.
5. Never, never, never, (Ok, one more time) never, teach your children to read, or do mathematics, until they do that on their own. It is a documented scientific fact, researched and proven, and you can find the studies and research and proof for yourself, that learning to read and do math before a child is ready, (where abstract symbols represent other things) stunts creativity and fantasy, and childhood. All children learn to read and do math automatically themselves, around ages 8-14, but most commonly around 11-13 years old. Teaching children to read at age 5-6, which is the common practice, stunts a child’s brain, and creativity and imagination forever. Until the natural age to read, children are creative and fantastical and imaginative, and when their brains naturally switch to abstract in the pre-teens, with a completely evolved and hyper-driven creative and fantasy mind onboard, the combination of abstract reasoning combined with fantasy imagination goes ballistic. All parents have to do is love books and math and reading and solving problems themselves, (yes, turn off the TV), and have a house filled with books and love learning themselves, and your children will learn to read all by themselves without your help. They will probably become cutting edge authors and mathematicians and artists and creators, and not work at the shop or firm like us, and hooray for them.
So if the lives of our children and the future of our world is so important to us, then it’s time to levitate and travel on our PBJ’s, like gooey flying carpets, and travel to Super-Duper land of, “we can and will do anything we want to!” in our fantasies, until that very sacred and ecstatic private life becomes a reality. If we want to be smart and clever and prestigious and rich drones, like all the other obedient drones, then let us all sit down, shut up, pay attention, learn and regurgitate data, get a job, be somebody, and then we can all Potato in front of our boredom and fantasy and self evading devices like everyone else at the store or shop or firm or factory where we work. Aka, we can all do the best we can to salvage the self that was stolen from us when we stopped being ourselves in fantasy and imagination.
If you’ll excuse me, “Dac”, my supersonic, parallel reality traveling Pterodactyl just landed. It turns out all the bunnies in the Lear jet got pregnant and I have to go assist with the births. The truth is that my incensed Cheetah wife is faster than Dac, and I’m in big trouble again, so I have to flee. Pray she doesn’t catch me. Such is the life of a bored porn star that is sad and disappointed with his mundane life.
See you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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