Oh man, how do I do this? I’ve never shared it like this before.. um, ok, so in December 1978 someone made a bland, but relatable, but insidious observation, a copy of which never, ever leaves the space inside my skull. It lives in me.
Except every time there is cat hair, any cat hair (for it is the case that our thoughts of cat hair are its form in our world)… it emerges. Then again back inside, until the next time. And the next. And the next. It’s tiny, but immortal. Waiting. Listening. Silent. Ready. Until the next time. And the next.
And… I hope you can appreciate what it means if you choose to know it. I hope you can honor what it means to even allude to a presence, a presence like the one I’ve known.
An egregore.
Understand: you called to it. You spoke its words here and (in its way) it guided me to them. It sees, and wants to be seen. It calls now; it calls to you.
(How do you feel about “neutral evil” ? If you had a tumor, you’d rather it be benign, wouldn’t you? Is an idea alive, and if not, then how can it die? Do you believe today that you even know what a meme really is?)
I WASN’T EVEN ALIVE IN 1978.
Ok.
Last chance…..
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Here is a Garfield cartoon I saw as a kid. Yes.
