Monkeys Rule
I read Ishmael today. It was quite good. I liken it to the relief you feel when you suddenly realize you have been holding your breath for an indeterminate period of time and you exhale, as a result of the discovery.
I mostly enjoyed being able to piece together the notion, that I have long carried in a vague and chaotic form, that there is something\\ on a large scale that is wrong with the world. It is the thing that drives us to thirst for blood and conquest, to wage wars, and to pursue the sick desire to control the fate of the entire world at any cost. It is the thing about the world that makes people regard me as a lunatic or a dreamer when I say that not only is our current squabble in the Middle East \\unnecessary, **no war is necessary**. I am not holding my breath while I wait for the world to change. I have changed, and by doing so, my world is improved.
The cynics amongst you can eat a dick, for all I care. I have no patience for changing the rest of the world except by example.
I recommend the book, by Daniel Quinn, to anyone who chases fruitless environmental causes, or casts a sardonic smirk over the happenings of the world while loitering about this planet in anticipation of our impending doom. While there were moments of the dialog in which I had to supress a desire to strangle the human narrator for assuming the Captain Obvious-infomercial sidekick role, the author more than redeemed himself in my esteem by aptly articulating the feeling that I have been choking on for the last few years. We, as a culture, feel entitled to self-destruction because we believe that we own everything we see and are superior in creation to even our gods, whom we abandon in favor of our own cleverness.
I suppose I owe thanks to the handsome young man who lent me the book, inasmuch as I would have taken longer to get around to reading it, otherwise. It was originally recommended to me inadvertently by **DB**, my sometime friend, but I was in no hurry to locate a copy. Being goaded into reading it in this manner is similar to being shoved into paradise--the result is wonderful, but I probably wouldn't have gotten there on my own. So, thanks.
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