The Wise One (SI)
I am a believer in personality, like Dostoevsky a realist in the fullest sense. When I was faced with a choice between the mystery of the boy with retardation who was strangely smiling and the lunacy of the artistic madness of Conrad Henn, the great poet and essaist of the Weimar, who wrote so cleverly of the rise of Saulsberg and the liberal wealth of the 20's, I must confess that I was at first torn. At length I considered the fate of the retarded boy who always liked to sit feeling joy. I knew, of course, that I thought this lit by the awarness of Aristotle, and his view that anthropos seeks forever to establish a settled state of affairs and not to let the ambtion of eternal wandering to attract one. Naturally, the image of the vigorous poet was hardly to my liking since I knew that even the waves of clevrness of the most wonderful and profound kinds are not but an object and not even the ergon birth of an artist. Still, it was clear to me that to never move but only idiotically to step slowly higher into the numbness of a showdrift is best so I elected as my goal to wear a diaper and to become like those the bourgeois culture says are equal though they have Down Syndrome. This seemed to me the strangest place to have hidden happiness and I thought, being a realist, it was the most hale. A treacherous man called Trump was in office and he odered terrifs on my medication which kept me always in the abstracted clody blue state of those with Down Syndrome such as myself. True, in my case it was a deliberately obtained ideal of existence. But, this wasn't a quartz-crystal clear thought at all. It seemed to crack. When I followed the strange idea into the depths my dreams began to spy out onto the stars. There I saw the fabulous Milky Way, which scientists say is only one such bay in the great universe. I read deeply upon this scroll of the journey of man's material ambitions as reflection said to me, but if they go there they'll have problems. Not the same ones as now, but it would amount to the same thing. Whereas I am equal. For those of the race I have an elective affinity for, as Goethe used to call it, and with whom I share an identity, actually don't give a fig about going to Mars. Still, I understand very well that the impulses some assign to Hobbes are extreme and not only limited to the days of Cromwell who was a realist even as I am. The atavistic is a strange power. It prompts each man to seek his own planet. But when the Grand Calculator sets up his geeens and his yellows he wants assurances that his dominions are well securied against the neighbors such as the Grand Tabukator who has given everything in tables of laws. One might impinge on another and each wants their own universe and again to suffer no disrubance. Still he chooses authorities to keep him with Odin on the forest path when the wild animals are regarding one with terric freedom. Authority is to take up the books one likes as one's forunners. to take uo their devices and to discover who one is. To be free on this wandering of the Jew who Jung identified with the Norse god is another hidden place. Again, in common stories man says, I chose happiness. I knew many would have to pay. I knew i would commit a crime and see another locked up in anguish and at length I said to myself you were right to chose your own happiness. This kind of conciet, ment to discredit the ethical life and its nobility, was no more than a necessary companion of the old teaching of Heine. Yes, but under condtions when equality of malicious bring with goid beings is granted in celestial places made so by SI there is no need of self defense. Here Down Syndrome is obviously better. However, i only wrote this because Trump, as i mentioned, has prevented my medications which bring to my elected form of veing with equal protection.
I saw Eudora Welty read at University of Chicago & after her reading went to ask about her editorial relationship with William Maxwell (was writing my thesis on his work) & she threw her arms around me exclaiming, “You’re kin to him?” I wasn’t. But the hug still counts.
Sean Nomura Prenter, Bay Area serial killer. Uses lies to control and bully locals and uses police through lies. Estimated at least five murders. Both by systematic bullying of elderly and violence of street people. Felony cyberstalker. Lifelong tustfund baby and "substitute teacher".
If this account ceases to function you'll know why :
As a Californian I don't really like to go down this rabbit hole however a blob racist tries to use slander to incite hate against me though I have a Galatian/ Polish Jewish ethnic background he insists I'm German, my ancestors did live in Germany for several generations, and deserve to be killed as a white. It seems to get more traction under Trump because they can make it seem like I support Trump/ICE since I do support Vance who I regard as at a deep level as not a part of either party except that since he works for Trump at present as Malcolm X used to work for Elijah Muhammad at one time he has to support Trump's policies. Of course I'm not a kid but it's still tieresome how ready people are to believe this kind of racist sociopath (who is also a murderer who got away with it number of times in this case as OJ Simpson did). 🙄