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Stories The Good, the Bad, and the BlindEye Choices The first story was sent to me by a friend. Neither of us know who wrote it. (Do you?) Ah, a kind reader did know. The author's name is Portia Nelson. (Thanks, Debi!) The second story is mine, though I'm not sure that I like the punch line. BlindEye sums up my feelings pretty well in an atypically brief response. Life in Five Short Chapters CHAPTER 1 I walk down the street. There's a deep hole in the sidewalk. And I fall in. I am lost. I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. CHAPTER 2 I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don't see it. I fall in again. I can't believe I am in the same place. But it isn't my fault. It takes a long time to get out. CHAPTER 3 I walk down the same street and there is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I see it there, and still I fall in. It's a habit. But my eyes are open and I know where I am. It is my fault and I get out immediately. CHAPTER 4 I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it. CHAPTER 5 I walk down a different street. Song of the Alpha Male I walked, then I rode, took wing from balloon My progress a stark intimation I cast out my net, set trap and harpoon My need is my justification I hoisted the pillar that reached to the moon One small step toward my vindication I opened the sky finding stars all in tune I count them and plot declination I dissected the atom, cheap clean energy soon I don't understand your frustration I buried the waste in a concrete cocoon A gift for the next generation I enriched and I fused, it's a high yield boon I can deliver a small demonstration I'll skip that for now, I'm sure you would swoon I'll leave that for your contemplation I know who to trust and who to festoon I regulate cooperation I know where you are and when to lampoon I'm adept at intimidation I crushed enemies on TV at high noon I stormed through their fortification I killed and I maimed, almost got to that goon Karmic desertification I'm warning you now, I am man, hear me croon It's my world for your information The suffering, the starving, those I maroon You're guilty by association BlindEye's Second Thoughts Is it too late to walk down that other street, you know, like that other guy finally did? I don't think I like the look of that hole that Alpha guy done dug for us. Back |