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Smiling the little mouse thinks about elephants in the inner self, glass cabinets, and feet put in 'it'. "Yes, humans are good at putting the elephant inside out and show themselves for what they are, wannabe Ceasar. Why is it that humans long to be top dog, beat down the others to express their own supremacy. If only they could see the value of each and every one of them, wouldn't that make for a perfect world? But then again perfection doesn't exist, only life." And the little mouse take the last sip of wine and remembering how nothing lasts forever.

 

...all marvellous, but I do like that "the world of adults is one of lies" one so flea, every time I see it...yes lies lies lies then...

"...really? How odd, whereas I think I write the same all the time, even when I don't. Maybe people just read it differently, as one does I s'pose, loaded with the bias of judgements made..." as Jats gets off the phone to that pestering agent wanting him to do George Clooney look alike bookings again "...interesting how that still happens, even on-line, as people latch on to something to disdain that colours the flow to their ears then, especially as I am the anonymous one here, unlike the young who show us all, and more, in their vain glory, yet no matter, I will continue to be nice to all unless they insist otherwise and just happen to challenge their values along the way, or whatever the reason they have chosen..." Jats edits furiously twisting this post to suit now "...and 's'pose' like other words I make up, or steal, well they usually just fit my tongue that way, that's all, it's just how I speak and speech can't be marked, corrected mid sentence, no, no one has ever interruped me to instruct me that I used an inorrect verb, or pronoun, no they are trying to listen to the story being told, for despite all our learning to the contrary now looking for ticks and tells in the face to see if they are lying, or not, clues that are hidden to us here, the truth is always had by listening to what people actually say and not how they say it wether their acting is Carey or Dick van Dyke, although my ability to change chameleon like has others not always realising that whatever mask they choose it is still you, staring back..." Jats chuckles now at how close someone got recently, remarkably so in his case, when he chided 'unless of course this shtick is for real' and so adds "...you can be whoever you want to be here on forumland, all you have to do is imagine it..."

 

"How right you are Jats, one can never escape ones self when the mask comes off the inner most self always is revealed and stares back at one, for better or worse, in sickness and health, till death do one part." The little mouse laughs. "for is one not better of parted already and never returned to that polished surface which brings only blandness and no real joy?"

 

"Well, this is what comes of crawling into the comforting lie that nothing lasts forever, when in fact everything does" said Dejavu, with so much roguishness in his bearing it was almost indecent. "Hard to grasp, and harder to bear if one is just barely bearing up, so better bear down and give birth to change over all uprising in its name, for our best is not only to witness." Dejavu thought of the elephant in the womb at present, the threat of a nuclear strike, and wanted to abort the thought. He felt, as human, a pre-emptive shock, the gut shuddering that told one something was far wrong, all the following horror of helplessness, and dismissed it, ripped it away as one might any old iron curtain. "Do people still speak of God?!" he poked. "Surely they only point!" He laughed.


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"They probably do so," the little mouse laughed with Dejavu as she thinks of the gods. "Do not all humans have their own private god? Whether it be the money god, a creature they can lay blame on or themselves." She smiles and points. "Look in the mirror and the temple is shown if one would only care to see. But do be honest and see what's real or you might just get trapped by yet another lie." And laughing she reaches for her tea while staring at her reflection in the window. "The mind can free a human as easy as it can trap one."

 

"Nup" said Dejavu thoughtfully. "Never had a god myself, nor even my self as one" he added truthfully, knowing god would not now mean one thing, nor all, that it could never mean the whole of what we could mean as creator. "I do have a reflection however" he smiled. "The body is neither temple nor trap." He saw to these words their full refreshment, even for those who only knew devotion in worship, and would not perhaps be able to slake their thirst at once from them. "The gods do nothing," he said, "or rather nothing we don't, and it's far too late to become them." he laughed. In saying this, he wasn't concerned, mercifully, for any who wouldn't think us higher than our gods, for those who fear all culture of personality, of ones whom for whatever reason felt the individual to be beside the point. "For all who think not to become themselves, try putting your vanity behind you!"
:-D

 

"But each and every human has a mind," says the little mouse. "... and that mind can so easily trap a human and lead it down the path leading to the dark side." Laughing she shares her wine and lets loose the creatures running wild in her mind filling pages and living their lives. "Humans and their fantasies, and mice and men."

 

Try to make yourself and your vanity could suffer. A true reflection is had not in mirror, it shows you a face, could be any face, but in the way you are regarded which is a measure of your regard. As we claim an individualism we make of everyone else an individual also. "Personally I would rather be a dung beetle than have elephantiasis", said thedope. The body is neither a temple nor a trap! What a vacant description. The body is a communication device.

 

"This is true little mouse" replied Dejavu, who was enjoying their conversation immensely, "though I wouldn't say easily." Dejavu knew from experience, not just hearsay, that every bad thing has at least two good sides, even if one of those two were only the fact that it has a good side. The scorching feverish thought that leaves one breathless, the poring over, the overturning of every possible meaning, the breakneck racing down and around every last angle and avenue. He'd seen that paths can be changed if not retraced, and that even a cul de sac could be ones blessing where the living end proves itself a lie for all the seemingly endless accursedness the idea engenders. "There are some regions of the psyche it would possibly kill me to revisit!" said Dejavu with a chuckle.

 

"Vacant? Forgive me if I didn't want to fill in for you what I'm sure you could do very well yourself" said Dejavu to thedope, "that is, if you were willing to." he grinned. Dejavu had heard countless times thedope say that the body was a communication device, even though it isn't. That the body is its own communication is an argument to his mind, but only in his mind, thought Dejavu with designs to expand thedopes considerations. The man had met multitudes as he put it. How horrible, he thought, if that was to be the end of the matter and he were not to meet himself amongst them. "Everyone is already the individual they are before we claim ourselves as such thedope" said Dejavu. "Your claim that we make of all others what we make of ourselves is only a claim. Why let your truths become mere convictions when they could remain what they are by changing?" Dejavu here shot a smile at thedope. A good, friendly, open smile that he knew from the mirror of others faces was his very own. "Though you're twenty years my senior father dope, I cannot be expected to beetle about after your every dropping in. And not just because I've got my own shit to deal with either." :-D

 

A dung beetle takes care of shit and I'm prone to sinus infections panned thedope. He was rational although sometimes rationed as a corn flake, crab cake,or bog wog. Croak on that from what ever side of the pond or parts beyond you may be fond of.

 

"I like it!" said Dejavu, liking it, though not exactly croaking on it. "Did you know jats has a thread too where you can write yourself into and out of your own details? And I shall soon provide yet another. I don't know why I haven't already. If not tonight, then tomorrow, and if not then, then so on, but soon. Soon!" he said, and no doubt also meant it. :-D

 

("...fun reads, I love this forum and I enjoying the talent upon it..." mentioned the goblin keeping the mouse company)

repost from elsewhere, goblin doing a welcome

"...then I will hold you to you pen there human..." smiled the goblin aware that an author had to have an on-line presence and remain on-line too, continuing "...for forum readership is based upon the warmth of one's posts set against the fluidity of the one's pen, where no ad nor link will substitute for the author's own posts and their participation too...", in effect, it was as if one's posts had become one's ambassadors to this hub of forum readership here, adding "...where xxxxx I think was pointing out the skepticism he held towards anyone who built up to their works in the intro, where periodically this forum does receive those post and run type authors, where I suspect too, that he mistook you for one, but you're not are you, because nothing is more detrimental to one's long term reputation on forumland as leaving a calling card, knocking upon each forum door in turn, only to find no author there when that door is then opened by the potential readership within, for the author would have shown his contemptuous nature by it leaving the reader distanced far more than if he had just let be...", and with that the goblin gently tapped upon the flashy red welcoming carpet once more turning it a more peaceful olive green now, saying "...yes, I'll hold you to your pen now, moreover the reader's here too will probably do likewise, for they will see you clearly by either your presence in the nature of your posts, or judge in your absentia, just think of me as on your side in this, for I could have equally remained silent watching you wreck your chances with them instead..."


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The little mouse reads what Thedope says about reflections and how he thinks by making ones self an individual one make others into what he perceives. "No," she says. "one should not expect to be others how one wants/wishes/perceives others to be." She sips her coffee and stares at her reflection in the screen as it goes into sleeper mode. "What one sees isn't necessarily how one is. Like beauty truth is subjective." It made her think of what Chinua Achebe said, "There is no story that is not true, [...] The world has no end, and what is good among one people is an abomination with others.” She laughs and looks a human in the eye. "What if humans would all realise all things have more than one side and good isn't always all good, like bad can be the best of best. Wouldn't that be another step towards a perfect world?" The little mouse shakes her head and dreams on. "... perfection doesn't exist, only life."

 

It could be excused a little mouse on dope about thedope on what thedope had said from time to time or even in a particular moment. He had mentioned that as we choose for ourselves an individuality we do the same for other individuals, or we make of them individuals as well and will experience of them with varying sympathy in relation to what you have claimed for yourself in conjunction to what you interpret others to have claimed or demonstrated for themselves, not that other individuals don't do the same for themselves as well as ourselves. We might say Dejavu is divine and so we find ourselves in divine company. Dejavu declines the line he is divine and so finds himself variously sympathetic to the accounting of who lives here. thedope had earned quite a few characters from Dejavu over correspondence yet thedope would say of anyone he met "the I am I call myself is the same I am you call yourself. That is of course thedope was kin to morphological kinds of his likeness but he didn't know if mice and men could be considered vain in the same way. No matter the size of the mouse, thedope had never known a mouse to buy a house.

 

Time and time again the little mouse thinks on moments and individuals. "Divinity and sympathy rarely go hand in hand for godbotherers are often the jealous type and do not tolerate more divinity than their own." The little mouse cherishes her individuality and hopes all humans find their own but fears humans are more prone to the hive. They do not want to be an individual, they want to belong, to blend in, be one of many not stand out. Standing out in a crowd is to attract attention which allows for others to blame them for what is wrong, for humans rarely see the fault which lies within themselves. "Would they chose to have their eyes opened and face their imperfections created by themselves?"

 

"Yes little mouse," said Dejavu to Lucky. "Life. And perfection? I am of the opinion, a poor, tentative, imperfect thing, that if it is to exist for us it must be as a feeling, in no way opposed to its thought, but certainly not as thought alone, as though such a thing were even possible." Dejavu looked at thedope, on as always about the I am he whatevered being the same as whosits whatsits etc etc. Dejavu however spoke to the little mouse. "thedope says I decline divinity, which can only mean his idea of it, yet he has never told me what that is!" Dejavu saw that it was the 'varying sympathies' that threw thedope, that thedope would most likely never, despite and quite probably because of his individualized rationality truly love the reality of our having self in common through our individual selves. "Equal yourselves everyone, for to do so is not necessarily to total oneself" said Dejavu as sympathetically as possible.

 

Most are more practiced at speaking than listening, that is unless it is to their own argument. thedope thought this might a contributing factor to the factoring that his announcements had become full of static in the recounting. What thedope had broadcast had attempted to be boosted further through manipulative amplitude. That is acclaim is attempted to be made by saying a thing louder or with greater deference to feeling. Amplitude manipulation. Shock jock radio.
Opinions no matter how impoverished, vary. As variable opinion is brandied about voices tend to get louder and this produces static as the differing frequencies vie for ascendancy. A bar room din emerging from the intoxication of opinions that not so much cancel each other out as slide past each other into space filling it with white noise that denies any saturated hues at all, slurred speech and stumbling about all the while thinking it all very superb in deed, that is until someone puts out an eye.
thedope had said that Dejavu had declined a line but perhaps Dejavu had not noticed the it was thedope who offered the line having first found Dejavu divine so it wasn't divinity missed but declined was the divining line. In denying something heavenly Dejavu missed something real worldly and that was thedopes affection.

 

Thedopes account was so slurred, Dejavu skirted around it, though not letting it slide by his sight for its missing his eye. He keenly perceived the hidden slight of helping hand. As to whether this was slither or slather from thedopes rationing acclaim, he was not bothered. As though Dejavu had missed thedopes suggestion of Dejavus divinity. As though Dejavu had also missed that it was only a suggestion by thedopes use of might that opening a line in the divine was to be had at thedopes decree. Nor had thedopes affection been missed. Dejavu could certainly do with less of it, if this was its real wordly expression. If he was going to be divine, it would be through more than interpretation. Were thedope and Dejavu to be on speaking terms? "If we do ever meet one day, I'll bite you a drenk, but I'm honourably not up for renovating your ows" he said, with something more, not less, than sobriety in his speech.

 

"... and to ration that rationality into bite-sized portions for humans to digest." The little mouse smiles and sips her hot coffee. "But not all humans can see reasons for doing just that and drone on along the path to their final destination. One that might lure and shine with a glimmer of hope for better days, but life is only what one makes of it and does not happen if one does not work at it. If only humans would ration their greed and ration their wants and wishes to suit their needs, wouldn't that be another step towards a perfect world? But then again, perfection doesn't exists ..." And the little mouse looks at the picture she must change to suit a need. "Yes, it can be done without greed. A trade is made which suits a need."