This article might only be significant because it is the first one that I’ve written on my new computer. I’m using a fairly legitimate version of Microsoft Word 2007, which also means that the default text isn’t Times New Romans!
In many ways starting a new piece of work is exciting, challenging, and limitless in terms of choosing a specific topic. However, as the author I sometimes feel like the confinements of my own life experience hinder my ability to express feelings and summations that are readily identifiable with those who read them. Perhaps that is why fantasy lands are so easy to manufacture, and temporary residence there becomes a welcome alternative to reality.
Recently I’ve had the peculiar pleasure of having conversation with someone who catches most of the derogatory comments I make in reference to other people. It’s almost a relief to know that someone else finds humour in the subtle jabs which would otherwise go unnoticed. The reason that this is important, is really beyond the comprehension of those individuals who are the frequent causalities of what can only be described as the Massacre of the Dim Witted. I truthfully don’t consider myself to be intellectually superior to anyone; to be amused by something lesser would be counterintuitive, right? My cognitive satisfaction is derived entirely from the ineptitude of perfectly sane individuals who simply don’t comprehend the frailness of the spherical object directly behind their nostrils.
Camaraderie is really the only distinctive element that separates the ignorant from the learned. What good is knowledge if it can’t be accessed on a community based network? Simple things like increasing the size of one’s vocabulary and using correct grammar are fundamental in the conveyance of useable data. The logical conclusion, then, is that the mastery of the rules of comprehensible communication could significantly narrow the gap between a laggard and an intellectual; on that principle alone.
Genius and insanity are inseparable; at least from the view point of the self proclaimed “sane folk.” I don’t believe that people can be too smart for their own good, or that inventions can be ahead of their time. I’m very concerned with the erosion of infrastructure and the careless manner in which it is being handed off to the next generation. Plurality of religion, relationships, and cultural traditions has all but delineated any semblance of a super grid. The information highway is subsequently nothing more than a highly laudable fantasy… rendered indefinitely as nothing more than a secondary highway where upon I’m condemned to travel. It’s really not all that bad I guess; My Masarati vs. the Duncemobile. I wouldn’t trade it for the world!
To confer, converse, and otherwise hob-nob with my brother wizards.
-The Wizard of Oz
